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22nd Bite
It was Damon's idea to drink that night. Had he known how little Bonnie held back when she drank, he would have just binged on his own. It wouldn't be the first time and it wouldn't have been the last. Still, he wondered how many people in the world had even seen this Bonnie who was teasing and rude. She smiled like a Cheshire cat, a smiled that rivaled his own signature sneer.
That fixed grin taunted him—it thrilled him.
"Truth or dare," Bonnie said in a crystal clear voice—one that almost fooled Damon into thinking she wasn't so inebriated.
They were sitting at the dining room table. It was another late night. Bonnie decided that Damon was much more bearable when she was sleep deprived. And while she was drinking? Damon is the most interesting person she's ever met.
"I don't play drinking games, little human."
"I'm not little," Bonnie laughed. "With my wedges on, I practically reach your shoulders!"
"Um-Hmm," Damon took another drank and Bonnie followed the action.
"Hey… hey, I said truth or dare." She dragged her chair closer to him. "Let's go!"
Damon shook his head but fell to Bonnie's demands anyway. He started to question if he had any defense against her will at all. Even when she couldn't say the words, Damon was always there to save her. She didn't have to ask. She'd never have to ask.
"Truth," Damon said easily. At least with truth he could avoid whatever nonsensical dare a drunken Bonnet might come up with.
"Was Katherine your first?"
"I'll have you know that even before Katherine, women found me plenty attractive. Katherine was just the one to ruin me," Damon said before he took another shot of Bourbon. "My first was Anastasija Kondratjeva. She hailed from grand old Riga, Latvia." Damon and Bonnie found themselves laughing uncontrollably But Damon managed to continue anyway. "She was a brat. She liked to throw money at the things she wanted, including me. She gave me everything I wanted, her body was one of the things."
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Sounds like you fell for a rich girl who didn't know how to love anything."
Damon smiled at Bonnie's observation. Damon was surprised at Bonnie's talent for seeing through people despite being hunched over the table sloshed. "Hmm, maybe. She eventually married a Swedish guy… Edvin Gustavsson. He was richer than she was so she lucked out."
"Why?" Bonnie shook her head. "Why do you know that?"
"Know what?"
Then Bonnie smiled, it was annoying and all-knowing. "I see you Damon. You can't even help yourself. Once you like something, someone, even a little bit, you want to know everything. Every detail even if it stops being your business. You've never really let go of anything huh?"
Damon sucked his teeth. "Aren't you supposed to be drunk?"
Bonnie giggled. "I am."
"Truth or dare," Damon jeered.
"Dare!" Bonnie said confidently.
Before Damon could even think of a scandalous dare, Bonnie's cheek was pressed against the wooden table. She'd fallen asleep. Damon poked at her sides but all she did was mumble incoherently.
Damon took a deep breath before standing. Drinking left him light headed, he almost doubted if he could carry on to the bedroom. He was sure he couldn't leave Bonnie at the table though.
"Ok, Come on, Bon-Bon, we're going to bed." He rubbed her back for a moment, hearing Bonnie's soft muttering in response, and wrapped his arms around her. He lifted her easily and despite being asleep, Bonnie put her arm over Damon's shoulder anyway. Her warm cheek lay against Damon's neck as he made his way to the bedroom Bonnie normally sleeps in.
He put her to bed and through the haze of his thoughts, decided to lie next to her. Instantly, Bonnie turned to him and nuzzled into his side.
Damon stared at her. The both of them smelled like booze and Damon was sure he looked like garbage too. But her? Pretty sounded dull compared to her. He wasn't impressed by it. Not for this particular human being. She was ethereally dazzling and she wasn't even trying to be. Without thinking, he ran his fingertips down her flushed cheek.
"You owe me a dare, Ms. Bennet." Damon whispered before sleep took him.
Bonnie winced at the sunlight that shone through her window and instinctively burrowed her face into the body next to her in a failed attempt to escape that wretched sun.
"If you're asking for another round, you'll have to work harder for it." Damon's voice sounded deeper than it already was.
The speed in which Bonnie jumped out of the bed made Damon chuckle as well as rekindle a snuffed out belief that Bonnie had no powers. Nothing less than a supernatural force was behind it.
"Good morning."
"Why are you in my bed?" Bonnie didn't hide her frustration.
"Well, last night, after getting drunk and playing a saucy game of truth or dare, you latched onto me—begging for me to take you. I tried to tell you how cliché it would be to give into temptation while we were out here alone. But you insisted. Had I known you were such a screamer I would have—umf!" Bonnie hit him over the head with a pillow.
"Easy kitty kat!"
Bonnie sighed as she climbed back into bed with Damon. She still felt drunk, and tired, and Damon's usual antics weren't doing her any favors.
"I'm going back to sleep, Damon." She closed her eyes without a worry.
"So what? You don't believe me?"
Without opening her eyes, she responded. "You're a lot of things Damon—a lot that I can't stand—but you wouldn't do that to Elena. Katherine too. Not even to Anastasia."
"Anastasija," Damon corrected.
"MmHmm."
A minute passed. Bonnie was right. Again. Damon frowned.
"Hey, let me feed." Damon leaned into Bonnie. Damon ate consistently with Bonnie, real food as well as her blood. He never felt this satisfied before.
"But it's so early," she mumbled but didn't move has Damon practically covered her body with his. "You'll ruin my bed."
"I won't," he said against her shoulders. "Promise."
He held her still and drank from her neck. She tasted like bourbon and peaches.
Isn't that impossible?
It was a mix of his two favorite things. Incredible. Bonnie's blood was both intoxicating and terribly sweet.
Amazing. Amazing…
more.
"Damon," Bonnie's breath hitched. It was only then that Damon realized how much he was taking. He almost lost control, he could seriously hurt her if he lost himself in whatever it was that made Bonnie's blood so irresistible. It had to be more than her diet, or being a former witch. He eased up and settled on nursing the holes on her neck with his tongue. He didn't have to think about it and Bonnie was inadvertently calmed by the action.
"Damon…" She mouthed.
Damon pushed her short hair behind her ear. "You're tired." Losing that much blood would make her tired.
Bonnie nodded.
"Go to sleep then. I'll go make breakfast."
"Not pancakes," she said quietly.
"Flapjacks then," Damon winked before leaving.
Do you see? Im working on longer chapters! Well, long-ish chapters. I have a bunch of papers to write so I'll be long for another week or so. Dont miss me too much! Dont forget to comment. Later!
