Chapter 9

Hazel eyes slowly fluttered later that night and Violet felt like a truck had ran her over repeatedly, hissing out. Violet slowly rolled over and groaned when she ended up falling off the small bedding she was sleeping on, hitting the hard cold concrete ground. Dust flew up her nose, causing Violet to cough as she remained on her knees for a few minutes, trying to stop the dizziness.

"What the hell happened to me?" She whispered, slowly pushing herself up to sit back on her haunches, breathing in and out slowly.

"You were injected with vervain."

Violet's eyes flew open, her head instantly turning to stare up at Damon through the bars and could feel the anger welling up inside of her. "What?" She suddenly flew at the door, crashing against it as hard as she could. "Let me out of here right now."

Even with vervain still in her system, Violet was incredibly strong and could easily rip him to shreds. Damon wasn't letting her out of there until she agreed not to kill him. He knew the huge risk he was taking by using vervain, but even Stefan agreed with him that she couldn't go off on a suicide mission against the werewolves. One bite is all it would take and she would be dead.

"I can't." Damon said softly, leaning back against the wall while her hands gripped the metal bars tightly.

"Y-You have no right doing this to me." Violet knew she was exerting a lot of energy by simply standing, the vervain not completely out of her system yet. "No right." Stumbling, Violet dropped to her knees, raking her nails down the door and left small scratch marks in it, tears filling her eyes. "Why are you doing this?"

"I think you know the answer to that question, Violet." Damon said, pushing away the regret because all he was trying to do was save her life. "I couldn't let you do it."

Gritting her teeth, Violet knew exactly what Damon was referring to and closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against the door. "Damn it Damon, I knew what I was doing. That's no reason for you to inject me with vervain and lock me up." Her voice remained calm and soft, which was definitely a sign at how angry she was.

"I can't take that chance." Damon pushed away from the wall and sat on the opposite side, his face right by the door. "I care about you too much to let you just go and get yourself killed."

"Damon…" Violet started crying, not able to stop the tears from streaming down her face and hit the door several times. "Don't you understand? If it was your brother or someone you really cared about, maybe even loved…" Then she decided to really hit him where she knew it would hurt. "If it was ELENA, wouldn't you do everything you could to get revenge for her death?"

Damon closed his eyes tightly shut, not believing she actually brought Elena into the conversation. "Low blow, Violet." He muttered, loud enough for her to hear.

That reaction told her everything she needed to know. "Then you should understand my motivation to want to kill the bitch that took my sister's life." Violet stated in a stronger voice, wiping her tears away and sat back on her haunches. "I want revenge, Damon, but don't think for a second I would purposefully get myself killed. I came here to find out what happened to Rose and you blew it completely out of proportion."

"No, I know what you were planning to do. The full moon is less than a week away; do you really think I'm that stupid?" Damon demanded, leaning his head back against the wall and stretched his legs out in front of him. "Even my little brother agreed with me."

"You and your brother are wrong then. I wasn't going to go after the wolf until I knew she was at her most vulnerable. It was going to be the DAY of the full moon because that's when a werewolf is at their most vulnerable. They feel pain and aches throughout their body because it's preparing for the transformation. There's no way I would go against a full blown wolf, that would definitely mean death for me." Violet coughed a little, her throat feeling like she swallowed a thousand razor blades, her thirst for blood increased because of the vervain.

Damon wanted to believe her, but Violet had seemed so hell bent on finding out who the wolf was that killed Rose. "How do I know you're telling the truth?" He finally asked, running his fingers along the dirty flooring and hated that Violet was crying.

"I have no reason to lie to you, Damon." Violet replied quietly, meaning every word that came out of her mouth. "One thing I've never done, even as a vampire, is lie. I don't condone or respect it. Anyone who lies is pathetic and should have their tongues cut out. Believe what you want though; keep me locked up like an animal until after the full moon. But sooner or later, I will go after that bitch that took Rose's life and rip her heart out."

Sighing heavily, Damon was battling with himself to believe her or not. Violet made several valid points that he couldn't ignore. She didn't have any reason to lie to him. What if she had been planning on going after Jules before the full moon? They would've pissed her off and injected her with vervain for nothing. He slowly stood up from the ground and began pacing back and forth, contemplating what to do.

"If I let you out of there, I have three conditions." Damon decided to compromise and make a deal or else he was going to leave her in there until after the full moon passed.

"What are they?" Violet asked, now lying back on the hardened ground staring up at the ceiling.

"One: You don't kill me or my brother because we were trying to help you. Two: You stay here until after the full moon passes. And three: When you go after the wolf bitch, I want to go with you." Damon named off the stipulations, looking through the bars and down at her, seeing she wasn't moving an inch. "You agree to all of that and I'll let you out of here right now."

Violet didn't say anything for a few minutes and contemplated the stipulations, deciding they were fair enough. "Fine, agreed." She whispered, hearing the lock click and the door swung open, Damon stepping inside.

Taking a chance, Damon walked over and extended his hand to her, his electric blue eyes trusting her and hoped he didn't regret it. "Come on, there's a nice hot shower or bath with your name on it." He murmured softly, watching as those hazel eyes locked with his.

Reaching up, Violet clasped his hand tightly in her own and felt Damon pull her to her feet. "Thanks." She whispered, releasing his hand and slowly made her way out of the cellar toward the stairs. "Give me a minute." She requested, gripping the railings and began pushing herself up every single step, her body aching because of the vervain.

Damon watched her struggle for about two minutes before finally taking matters into his own hands, lifting her up in his arms. "This'll be much faster." He said with a smirk, feeling Violet lean her head against his chest and headed up the rest of the stairs, taking her straight to his bedroom.

Violet felt Damon lay her down gently on a very soft surface a few seconds later, knowing instantly it was a bed. It felt like heaven on her back, the cot she'd slept on not comfortable at all. She felt Damon remove her socks and shoes, his hands sliding up her legs and thighs to the button of her jeans, their eyes locking again.

Honestly, Violet wasn't angry with Damon because all he had been trying to do was protect her and didn't realize what her whole plan entailed. The fact he wanted to help her get revenge for Rose's death just made her love him even more, wishing he felt the same way about her. Stefan had thought the same thing and for the brothers to agree on something was very rare.

Lifting up after he unsnapped her jeans, Violet felt her legs suddenly exposed and didn't flinch when he pressed a soft kiss to each of her knees. She felt him grab her hands and pulled her up gently in a sitting position. Violet lifted her arms at his request and soon she was in just her yellow lace bra and panties before him, which contrasted beautifully against her pale skin.

"Shower or bath?" Damon asked, reaching back to pull his shirt off over his head, tossing the material to the side. "Because you're not bathing alone."

There was no point arguing with him and Violet honestly didn't mind, considering they already slept together. "Bath." She whispered, slowly standing up from the bed to follow him into the bathroom.

There was a small fireplace going already, the warmth washing over her while Damon ran the water, pouring some vanilla scented bubble bath in it. She simply stood there while Damon removed his jeans before turning to face her, pulling her into his arms by the hand. Violet knew this wasn't a smart thing to do, but she couldn't help what she wanted and who she wanted.

Damon unclasped her bra and moved to stand behind her, pulling the material down her shoulders and arms, tossing it over his shoulder. He then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, pressing soft kisses to the back of her shoulder blades and neck. Letting out a soft sigh, Violet stepped out of them and felt Damon's arm encircle her waist, feeling him move her hair to the side as he continued raining kisses all over her.

"I forgive you, Damon." She murmured, melting against him and didn't even have the desire to hurt him for what he did to her.

"I know." He chuckled, slowly turning her around until their eyes met again. "Ready to get clean?"

When she nodded, Damon lifted her up in his arms again and deposited her in the soothing hot bubbly water, the smell of vanilla completely surrounding them. Violet instantly turned into mush at the feeling and leaned back against the tub, running water over her arms along with bubbles. Damon slipped in on the other side, both of them facing each other and had two glasses in his hand with a bottle of wine, already popping it open.

"Thank you." She accepted the glass he handed her and slowly sipped it, the burning in her throat instantly diminishing drastically.

"I brought you this too." Damon reached over the garden tub and picked up the bag of blood, handing it over to her.

Violet didn't take it at first, just simply stared at it and knew she couldn't drink it all. "Damon…" She looked away from him, tears filling her eyes once again and downed the rest of her wine, taking a very deep breath.

"What is it?" Damon pulled her closer to him, lifting her chin to meet his eyes again, concern swirling through his. "What's wrong, Violet?"

"I can't drink the whole bag." She whispered, seeing the confusion cross his face and knew she would probably regret saying this, but Damon would end up forcing the truth out of her in the end. "I only take a few drops of blood a day to keep my strength, but I…I don't hunt humans. I killed one human when I was changed and haven't taken another innocent life since."

Damon blinked, his mouth actually forming an O because Violet had been around a lot longer than him. "Really?" When she nodded, Damon released her and leaned back against the tub, needing a minute to process that. "You've survived on just a few drops of blood every day. Where do you get the blood from?"

"Hospitals, blood banks, but never from a living breathing human." Violet wasn't ashamed of what she was, but that didn't give her a right to spill innocent blood and take lives for her survival. "One bag like that lasts me a few months."

First Stefan had his animal strict diet and now the woman he could potentially love didn't enjoy the hunt? What the hell was this world coming to? They were vampires! It was in their nature to hunt down humans and feed on their blood for survival! How the hell Violet had actually resisted and trained her body to function on just a few drops of human blood a day was astounding to Damon.

"I know what you're thinking and I'm going to tell you the same thing I've told every other vampire I've come across in the past. Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I have to slaughter the innocent when there are more humane ways to survive." Violet took the bottle of wine from Damon and poured herself another glass, next taking the blood bag. "You'll have to finish this off for me."

Damon just waved her off and watched as she ripped open the blood bag only enough to let drops of blood fall out. All he could do was stare while Violet took exactly three drops of blood on her tongue before handing the bag to him, a deep frown marring his handsome face. She had been injected with vervain, Violet would need a lot more blood to heal from it and regain her strength.

"You need more." Damon insisted, pushing the blood bag back in her hands, and could instantly see she wasn't going to do it. "Violet, you NEED it to regain your strength."

"I'll be fine." Violet insisted, pushing it back into his hands and didn't let go until he took it from her, a small smile on her lips. "Trust me Damon; I've trained my body over five hundred years. If I were to drink anymore, my body wouldn't function properly and then I would have even more problems on my hands."

As much as Damon loathed hearing that, he knew it made perfect sense because Stefan had done the same thing with his body. Granted, he had fell off the wagon once a few months back when he had to drink Elena's blood to heal from an attack. He ended up becoming a blood junky and Damon had to lock him up, with the help of Elena, which lead to Stefan nearly letting himself burn in the sun.

Elena saved him from his demise though and Stefan had gone back to his animal diet. That was until they were attacked again by the sheriff of Mystic Falls, Liz, thanks to the now dead werewolf, Mason. Stefan took a while to heal from that attack because they'd been shot multiple times. Liz ended up being locked up at the Salvatore house until the vervain she ingested was out of her system so Damon could compel her, but it was Caroline who ended up compelling her own mother until forgetting everything.

After that, Stefan knew he had to start drinking human blood because it gave him a lot more strength, which he needed to not only protect her, but himself as well. Elena agreed he could do it on one condition and, ever since then, Stefan had taken a few drops of her blood each day. It was the only way for Stefan to learn control and not turn into a raging ripper like he had in the past or a blood junky.

Breaking out of his thoughts, Damon just poured the blood bag in his huge wine glass and tossed the empty bag in the nearby trashcan, sipping it. "You remind me a lot of my brother." He commented thoughtfully, watching as Violet smiled softly and held his glass up to her. "Just so you know, injecting you with vervain was one of my ways of proving to you that I want you and not Elena."

Violet simply nodded, tapping her glass gently against his. "I know."