IIII

Bonnie stepped outside, admiring the Lockwood's vast estate and the serene view. She needed a moment away from the crowd and prying eyes. She knew peopled were probably wondering why she hadn't arrived with Jeremy.

And she most certainly didn't come to Caroline's engagement dinner to discuss her failed relationship.

By the grills she spotted Matt, tending to the coals and decided to go join him.

"Hey Matt."

"Bonnie, how are you?" he asked pausing and glancing up at her.

"Good you?" she asked brushing back her hair from her face.

Matt shrugged. "Fine," he replied all casual, making Bonnie wonder how he was taking Caroline and Tyler's engagement.

Must be well if he was about to be flipping steaks over a roaring fire. Bonnie concluded

"Heard about you and Jer, really thought it would be you guys heading for the alter," Matt said poking the burning coals.

Bonnie sighed and leaned against the wall. She knew Matt meant well but this wasn't a subject she wanted to broach especially with Jeremy walking around looking like she'd shattered his soul instead of breaking up with him.

"Yeah well things change," she said with a shrug.

Matt got the cue and nodded before he opened up the cooler and began placing the steaks on the grill.

"Sorry they look kinda gruesome but they're fresh, so well… really bloody don't think they even got to the freezer," Matt said with an apologetic shrug.

Bonnie turned back to him with a smile about to assure him, when her eyes landed on the sizzling steaks.

He hadn't been lying when he said they were bloody.

Bonnie watched the blood ooze out in what looked to her like rivulets. She liked her steaks well done so she was surprised to find her mouth salivating at the display before her. She could even smell how delicious they were.

Raw, bloody and all beef. Surely this was heaven!

"Drat, I forgot the fork. Can you watch the stakes for me Bonnie? I'll be right back," Matt said entering the house.

Bonnie watched him leave then turned back to the feast before her. How could Matt leave such temptation so haphazardly? He obviously wanted her to fail.

She wanted to turn around and run, but instead found herself moving forward.

With one last glance she grabbed one from the grill, not even paying heed that it was hot and began gorging herself.

Never before had anything tasted this good! She groaned as she chewed into another bite. Juices and blood were running down her arms and she lapped onto them.

Face covered in meaty bits, mouth smeared with blood and a look of pure bliss on her face.

…And that's how Stefan found her.

"Want a napkin with that?" he asked snapping her out of her daze.

Bonnie swallowed and embarrassed placed the remaining steak on the grill.

"Sorry got carried away," She mumbled accepting the offered cloth.

"It's only expected, pregnancy cravings and all," Stefan said with an understanding smile.

"I doubt pregnant women are running around raiding barbeques," Bonnie stated dryly with a roll of her eyes.

Stefan chuckled, "Nope, but they aren't impregnated by vampires either," he pointed out.

Stefan, the sound board of reason.

"I guess you're right, so where's Elena?" Bonnie asked dragging her eyes away from the grilling meat.

"On her way, had an emergency at the hospital," Stefan replied.

Bonnie nodded trying to get Stefan moving, so she could return to her feast. Matt could look only so long for a fork.

"Bonnie can I ask you something?" Stefan asked cautiously, his brows furrowed.

"Sure, what?"

"You and Damon," he began with worry marring his face.

"What about her and Damon?" Damon asked walking up to them.

Bonnie was beginning to wonder if Damon just always happened to be lurking round the block or if he was silently stalking her.

Stefan sighed, "Never mind, I think Elena just arrived. Excuse me," he said and stepped inside.

"Must you always walk into conversation like that?" Bonnie asked annoyed.

"What were you and Stefan talking about?" Damon asked ignoring her question.

"None of your business."

"When it concerns you it is. I hope he wasn't trying to carry out some Saintly Stefan duties," Damon said annoyed Stefan was poking around his business.

"Territorial much?" Bonnie muttered with a roll of her eyes.

"Yes and don't forget it," His eyes flashed and Bonnie had the feeling he meant it too.

"So when are we ditching this tea party?" Damon asked on a lighter tone.

"Well, seeing as I was invited and you weren't you can go, I'm staying," Bonnie stated.

"You can't honestly want to be here a second longer?" Damon drawled not amused.

She didn't, but she didn't want to bail on Caroline either.

"Damon, I can't just-"

"Yes you can," Damon said cutting her off and pulling her into his arms. "Say the word and will be gone,"

His voice near her ear was distracting Bonnie's rational side.

And when he began to whisper what he'd do to her once they got home, she was trembling with anticipation.

"What's going on here?" a voice demanded.

Bonnie swung her head around and stiffened in Damon's embrace. She tried to step out of it but Damon held onto her firmly.

"What does it look like kid?" Damon asked cruelly

Jeremy's jaws clenched and he turned questioning eyes onto Bonnie.

Bonnie wanted to disappear on the spot.

Confusion and hurt were mangled on his face.

"Bonnie?" one word, yet carrying such a loaded question behind it.

She tried again to break free from Damon's embrace and again he held onto her, his face twisted into a sneer.

"Tell him or I will," Damon said through gritted teeth.

Bonnie glanced hopelessly from Damon to Jeremy feeling trapped.

Why on earth was there a need to tell anyone yet? A light dinner was certainly no place for confessions!

"Tell me what? Is he the guy you're dating now?" Jeremy asked disbelief etched in his face.

Damon smiled with a sinister dark look falling over his face.

"Oh Bon Bon and I are so much more than that," he started turning to Jeremy and dropping his arms from Bonnie.

"Damon, please not like this," Bonnie pleaded. She hadn't wanted Jeremy to find out like this, especially not from Damon.

Her plea went onto deaf ears. Damon was on a roll, a roll of causing mayhem and destruction!

"Since she's too chicken to tell you I will."

"Damon, please!" She cried clutching onto his arm. Did he not realise how shattering this would be for Jeremy? Or maybe he did and just didn't care period.

"Tell me," Jeremy said needing to know the truth.

Sometimes his bravery was really ill timed.

"See Bourbonnie, he wants the truth," Damon stated cynicism dripping from his voice.

"Bonnie here is with me now, more so expecting my baby," he said his words cutting into the air like shards of broken glass.

"That's not true, Bonnie he's lying?" Jeremy turned to her, his eyes pleading her to go against Damon's words, but Bonnie felt speech desert her.

"It's the truth. Don't know if you've heard of this term, but three's a crowd," Damon said making it plain that Jeremy was no longer welcomed not that he was to begin with.

Bonnie was silent, but on the inside she really was screaming. Screaming for a hole to open up and suck her in!

"Screw you Damon," Jeremy spat then turned back to Bonnie, "Bonnie, tell me he's lying," he begged.

A lie would so be the best fix right now, but one look into Damon's 'just dare' stare quickly killed it in her throat.

"I thought I told you to get lost," Damn grit out his voice threatening.

"I don't know what happened, but not even you can come between us, Damon," Jeremy's voice was cold, "It's unfortunate that Bonnie was desperate enough to run into your arms!"

That did it and suddenly Jeremy was dangling against the wall, Damon's fingers twisting around his throat.

"Damon, stop!" Bonnie shouted yanking at Damon's arm.

Damon could probably live with another murder on his list, but she couldn't.

Besides she doubted killing Elena's brother would help piece back their friendship.

Damon squeezed tighter and she watched Jeremy splattering trying to claw at the iron grip around his neck.

Watching Jeremy's eyes begin to roll back into his head Bonnie took desperate measures, using her powers to disarm Damon.

He released Jeremy clutching at his head, cursing profusely.

Bonnie stumbled backwards, the effort having had drained her.

Jeremy lay heaving on the ground, but at least he'd live.

Damon now recovered turned to her his face blank and without a word swept her into his arms, leaving Jeremy to watch their retreating form

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Bonnie sat on the bed, watching Damon. He hadn't said a single word yet and his eyes had yet to lose that dangerous glint about them.

She wanted to say something, anything to break the silence. Mostly she wanted to know why he'd completely lost it, nearly killing Jeremy.

"I'm not losing you to anyone Bonnie, lest of all that kid," Damon said breaking the silence and turning to face her.

"I'm not going anywhere Damon."

"For your sake I hope so," with that said Damon pulled her onto his lap his arms claiming her as his.

Bonnie knew she should be angry at the very least, not only had her meal been disturbed- she'd planned on finishing it off after getting rid of Stefan, but Damon had decided to play the jealous boyfriend.

And like everything Damon did he went overboard, nearly choking the life right out of Jeremy.

But she wasn't mad if anything she was mildly turned on!

Very few people could make attempted murder look so darn sexy! Or was that the hormones talking?

Bonnie wasn't sure and she didn't really care. She just wanted to get frisky so sue her if you must.

Bonnie wound her arms around Damon's neck placing a kiss on his lips.

"Bonnie?"

"Hmmm?"

"I just almost killed your ex-loser boyfriend and you want to have sex?"

"No, I want to sing and dance, of course I want to have sex,"

Was Damon for real? She wasn't grinding into him for the sake of good health.

"Maybe we shouldn't," Damon said pulling away from her.

Say what?

Bonnie grabbed at his shirt a murderous look in her eyes,

"I just had what could have been the best meal of my life ruined and you're honestly thinking of refusing me this? Damon Salvatore, you don't want to mess with a hormone strung pregnant woman!"

Damon chuckled grabbing her thighs and pulling her flush against him,

"Calm down Bonnie you don't have to beg."

"I wasn't begging!"

"Sure you weren't,."

"Damon I was-"

Damon hurled them onto the bed, shutting her up with a passionate kiss.

She let Damon hold her tighter, burying his face in her neck. The gesture almost possessive but Bonnie didn't mind, because she knew with a scary finality that she'd never want to be with anyone else ever again.