A/N: First off, I would like to apologise for making part 2, up to this chapter, Bamon. I will make this story Delena. Secondly, if you look back on the first part, Damon did threaten to do things to Bonnie... and you know he always makes good on his word...

PART 2

The Tease

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Elena sat on the bed, her fingers tapping idly against the screen of her mobile phone, thinking about what danger she had put Bonnie in through her own stupid actions. Was there any way she could protect her friend from whatever Damon had planned? Probably not, but if there was a chance that she could stop him she would risk it. The answerphone message she had left might make Bonnie worry that something was wrong, but atleast then Elena would hear her voice and know that she was alright. Just stitting here... waiting for a responce... it was the worst thing ever.

Ever since the 'incident', she refused to think of it as anything else, she hadn't even thought about touching herself. She thought about it now. What was the worst that could happen? Hadn't the worst thing ever happened already, what could be worse? Slipping her hand beneath the waistband of her jeans, past the soft barrier of her panties, she found the sweet place and rubbed. There was nothing she could do to stop Damon from doing what he liked, after all, and she had more than enough time before Stefan arrived later. Laying back, her hand still down her trousers, she closed her eyes and tried not to think of Damon, how it would feel for his fingers to be playing with her there.

The phone rang and her eyes opened slowly, groggy as she was from the climax she had just brought herself to. Slowly, she brought her free left hand across her body to pick up her mobile that lay on the table to her right. This better be worth it, she thought, losing her rhythm a little. She pressed the accept call button and brought the phone to her ear. "Yes?" She murmured. She onl had to wait a beat before she had an answer. It took her a moment, and she recognised whose voice it was on the other end of the line. "Bonnie?" she asked, though she doubted that it coud be anyone else.

"Elena," she heard Bonnie gulp thickly, "whatever you do, do not try to find me. It's too dangerous. Damon—"

She waited for Bonnie to cotinue speaking, but she realised too late that the line was dead. She put down the phone after listening to dead air for perhaps a minute, because her mind was frozen. She could not think past the revulsion in her stomach. Was this how Damon was going to play it, then? Did he think that by kidnapping, that was the conclusion she had come to, her best friend that she would just come to him like a well-trained bitch? If he thought that he was correct. There was no way that she would just abandon Bonnie to whatever fate awaited her, no way in hell.

Damon ripped the phone off of her and through it across the room with such velosity that the plastic case of the reciever cracked on contact with the wall. He would have to buy a new phone, then, but he would do that later. First, it was time for lesson one in the Damon Salvatore School of Good-little-witches-should-know- how-to-behave. He smiled at Bonnie and she scowled back at him.

"Are you ready to begin learning?" he said, hitting his hand with a metallic ruler so that it made a delicious slapping sound, "Because I have been told only many a occasion that I am one of the best teachers in my field..."

From the moment that she knew the call had ended, Elena knew that she had to do something despite the warning to stay way, because she knew that this was all her fault. She had, it was her duty, to bring Damon to justice the only way she knew how. She knew in that moment that she was going to persuade him to let her friend go, or kill him. She would rather keep him alive.

"Stefan?" She held the phone closely to her ear, more tightly than usual because of the tension, as she spoke while trying not to let it show. The last thing Bonnie needed was Stefan to barge into wherever Damon was holding her, at least not without Elena beside him. They needed a plan, she needed to make one. "Can you come round—or can I come to you? I need your help with something..." She was purposefully being vague; she did not want her beloved to try and rescue Bonnie without her.

"Sure, Elena. Whatever you want... when?" he said.

"Now!" she could barely keep herself from bellowing down the phone. It wasn't Stefan's fault that Bonnie was in danger, it was her's. It was all her fault for The Tease, none of this would have happened if she had been more descreet, or she had given Damon what he wanted in the first place.

Stefan arrived less than five minutes later, knocking on her window so that he wouldn't have to risk being seen entering the house by anyone who might be watching. The moment she opened the window the words just came tumbling out. She told him about Damon, about his threat, about Bonnie, but she did not tell him about the tease. There was no way she was going to admit to her boyfriend that she was touching herself while thinking of his brother, and not him. She couldn't stand seeing the hurt in his eyes and wouldn't be able to answer thequestions he would no doubt ask when she had finished.

"We have to get her back, Elena. Who knows what he's doing to Bonnie right now?"

TBC