Four weeks, that's how long Bonnie had been stuck there. Not that is was a terrible place, it was actually quite beautiful, besides the fact she was stranded with a homicidal vampire who wanted to not only rape but also had once tried to kill her, a haunted, possessed or alive house that she felt watched her every move. And last but in the very much, not least was the fact that she had not only started to feel at home but that she felt a growing attraction to the homicidal vamp.

She was not stupid enough to not know that something was definitely playing with her. Damon was doing his best to stay away from her. He had even locked himself in the dungeon once, only to be freed by an unseen force. Twice a week an old lady showed up in the house, she cleaned and cooked and never said anything to the two of them. It was as if she was under some sort of spell. The first time Bonnie had seen her she was afraid she was imaging her; after all she was extremely lonely. But she had found the nerve to talk to her, apparently the woman only spoke Scottish or Gaelic. She never even acknowledged Bonnie; just continue on about her business and left. Bonnie didn't know what to do to get them out of this mess and Damon seemed, unwilling or unable to help.

She would lock and put furniture in front of her door at night to keep him out. They had spoken only a few times and the last time he had told her the voices and urges were so strong that he had to stay out in the barn to control himself. It was better when he was a way from the house, although he could not walk further than the certain line on the property, without finding himself right back where he started. Bonnie had tried also and when she blinked was back in the bedroom. They were trapped.

There were no grimiores to help and Bonnie had even prayed to her ancestors and Gram for help but nothing, no response. The longer she stayed in the house the more she wanted Damon, she spent as much time outside as possible, but with the cold and snow it was virtually impossible. More often than not she found herself staring out of the huge bedroom window at the barn Damon had taken up residence in to find him standing in the doorway of the barn in the cold staring right back at her. She dreamt of him all the time, of him loving her, making love to her. She knew the dreams were being manifested because of the house, she knew magic and she knew the house was watching her and waiting. Why? She racked her brain and could not come up with an answer. Everything was upside down.

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Damon had told her that in 3 months the spell would be lifted, three months came and went and nothing. The voices stopped for Damon and Bonnie no longer felt the strong desire to sleep with him. He was able to move back into the house and Bonnie was able to stop avoiding him. Things weren't so bad; they talked when they needed to. Tried to come up with a plan of escape, but neither one could see one that would work.

"Tomorrow is my birthday," she told him one night at dinner.

"Where should we go?" he smirked. He had been in a foul mood for a while and had secretly began to blame Bonnie for their predicament.

"You aren't the only one stuck here you know!" she screamed getting up from the large table, she at one end and he the other, 'besides this is your entire fault! If you hadn't kidnapped me none of this would have happened!"

He just slouched in his chair with a glass of bourbon in his fingers gazing lazily at her.

"You want to fight about it?" he questioned with a sly smile.

She turned to walk away from him…and stopped when she heard him whisper,

"Or should we fuck about it?"

It was the only way out, she knew it. She breathed in and out, chest rising and falling. She watched as he put the glass down, and walked to the end of the table. He stood in front of her and looked down into her eyes.

"We should just fuck and get it over with." He said hypnotically.

When he touched her face it felt like all the energy in the house was sucked into the space between them.

Even though she wanted to say no, she couldn't. "Yes."

Damon gently lifted her off her feet and carried her the distance to the steps and up to her bedroom.

It was like they were floating.

They stood next to the huge bed and undressed themselves in a trance. Bonnie could comprehend what she was doing but didn't or couldn't stop herself. Damon wasn't even trying. He wanted her, had he ever wanted any woman more?

When they were both naked, Damon lifted Bonnie up and her legs straddled his waist, arms draped around his neck. She could feel his manhood next to her, just grazing her heat. She thought he would lay her on the bed, but slowly holding her up. Each one gazing into the others eyes Damon slowly and gently entered her. He saw her wince when he passed her virginal barrier but didn't stop. Slowly he moved her up and down, coating himself with her juices. After a few minutes, Damon's knees were so weak he could stand so he lowered Bonnie onto the bed. With each thrust into her moving her to the head onto the pillows.

She had never been with a man before and many times she had imagined her first time. Never had she imagined Damon or how great sex actually felt. She knew they were mixed up in some spell but she didn't care, whatever the puppet master was doing was amazing and she couldn't stop even if she had a desire to.

Bonnie was so amazingly tight, he had almost lost it, when they connected. He scent, her lips, her smell were all intoxicating and he wanted to savor every moment to make it last forever. Usually he would be talking or bragging, asking how good he was, but it felt wrong to do that now. And besides that he couldn't talk if he wanted to.

Closer and closer they both came to where they needed to be. In and out, grind against grind, body to body, lips to lips. He tasted every breath she took.

"Oh," she moaned and Damon could tell she was close.

"Close." he stated mater of factly in a breathless moan looking deep into her eyes.

He could feel her constricting and pulling him into her.

"Jesus" he moaned, they were so close. Bonnie's eyes were closed and she appeared to be concentrating, Damon watched her in awe and was closed to saying something until he realized they were somehow on the ceiling of the room. Bonnie's back was pressed to the ceiling and although it was nighttime, light had filled the room. He still didn't stop.

He had been with many witches before but never one as powerful as her and technically she was no longer a witch since the house had her powers.

"Oh God." She screamed and arched off the ceiling as she came, Damon followed right behind her. The stayed that way for a while, trying to catch their breath. Damon lay there enjoying the warmth and feel of her around him. He had never felt so relaxed and content in his entire life or unlife for that matter. He noticed they were still on the ceiling and he pulled back, from her shoulder placing his elbow next to her head. She had a contented smile on her face, as well as a slight blush.

He grinned down into her face.

"You okay?" he asked, stroking the side of her face, laying a kiss on her lips.

"Yeah," she sighed opening her eyes, they were glowing. " that was…?" she searched for the right words.

"Magical?" he smirked and directed her eyes to the bed below them.

Bonnie looked shocked they were on the ceiling.

"How did we get up here?" she questioned.

"Check your witchy ju ju… maybe I banged it back into you." He grinned.

She tried to give him an aneurism, for what he said, but felt a rush of energy enter her body from every angle. She screamed and arched off the ceiling from the force of it and Damon, slipped out of her and was thrown by the force, landed face up on the bed. He watched in horror, helpless as tentacles of light and shadow ascended from every pour of the house. They climbed from the floor, up the walls onto the ceiling and began to wrap or worm themselves into Bonnie. She moved her head back and forth, trying to fight whatever it was, screaming his name the entire time. Damon jumped, naked as a jaybird from the bed, trying in any way to help, screaming her name also, but an invisible barrier stopped him.

He heard voices and looked around the room, shocked at the site before him. Witches, everywhere,, so many of them, watching Bonnie and chanting together. He went to each of them begging, "help her, help her!" They paid him no attention.

Suddenly her screams stopped and Damon watched in awe as the beams of light and darkness wrapped her up in a cocoon.

"You bitches, what have you done to her!" he asked falling onto his knees, bending his head into his chest. He was useless.

"Silence Salvatore."

Damon looked and was so surprised he could have pissed his pants if he had on any.

"Sheila?"