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Bonnie sat at her kitchen table nibbling on the end of the ballpoint pen she was writing with. A cup of tea steamed next to the yellow writing pad she stared intently at. Rudy walked in as he tied his tie and glanced curiously at Bonnie.
He asked his daughter, "What are you doing, hon?"
"I'm making a pro-con list," Bonnie answered, but 'likes' and 'dislikes' was scribbled at the top of her page.
He poured himself a cup of caffeinated tea into his travel mug. "About what?"
About who, actually. "Just deciding something," she opted to answer.
"It's about a boy, isn't it?" Rudy asked perceptively.
"It's not about a boy, dad." It was about a vampire. A giant man baby vampire. She wrote, 'Can't be discussed' in the dislike column, adding it to qualities like immature, selfish, manipulative, and self-sabotaging; she scanned the other column listing gems like eyes, cleanliness, good bodyguard, hands, good kisser, good-
"I did the same thing with your mother," Rudy said. "It didn't do me much good in the end on our part."
Oh God, Bonnie thought. "Was it worth it? Deciding to be with mom?"
"I have you, so what do you think?" He kissed her forehead before grabbing his briefcase on the way out of the house.
Bonnie listened to him shut the door behind him and looked back down to her list. She scribbled down "persistent" in the likes column. She tapped the writing pad silently, lips twitching awkwardly, and wrote the same word in the dislikes column. Bonnie sighed and tore the page off the pad before crumpling it into a ball and holding it away from her.
She expected it to burst into flames and burn to ashes. Nothing happened. Bonnie cursed lightly under her breath. She walked to the stainless steel trash can with unnecessary vampire speed and threw the paper ball in the trash.
Bonnie relished the peaking sun's rays kissing her skin as she walked up the driveway to the Salvatore boarding house. Being a vampire was a puzzling predicament. Yes, she had died, but her heart still beat to cycle blood that her body could not make anymore. She liked not having to use the bathroom all the time, but she could still use it as an excuse.
She could feel cold, but could withstand lower temperatures for longer periods of time. She could feel heat, but definitely had a lower tolerance even with the ring. She missed feeling warm...she missed being 98.6 degrees. Vampires usually lived- unlived- around 50, but if they knew the tricks of the trade they'd reach a cool 75.
Bonnie rapped her knuckles against the heavy door. She only had to wait mere moments before the devious half of the Salvatore brothers opened the door wide enough for Bonnie to enter and leaned his back against the door frame. His shirt was not even halfway buttoned. His hair was slightly damp and tips curling.
"Hey," he greeted casually with an easy smile. His eyes memorized her glowing shoulders, the curve of her hips, and the chunk of thigh between the hem of her black bodycon dress and the top of her over-the-knee boots. He licked his lips. "You look good enough to eat."
Bonnie watched Damon as she stepped into the house. "So," she said raising the corner of her mouth slightly, "eat me."
She strode forward a few steps toward the stairs while Damon closed the door. She squealed cutely when Damon flashed in front of her and swept her off her feet. Damon caught her lips as she slid down to settle on his hips and Bonnie hooked her legs around Damon's waist. The flannel she had carried in case the sun disappeared behind the clouds fell abandoned on the hallway floor.
Bonnie moaned into Damon's mouth as he pushed her back against a wall and her dress up to her belly button. Bonnie pressed her hand into Damon's back; his skin like a towel fresh out of the dryer. She hummed appreciatively.
"Did you just get out of the bath?" Bonnie asked when Damon trailed his lips down her neck and across her collar bone. He stuck his nose down the Bertha collar of her dress to kiss the space between her cleavage.
"Mhmmm." He let her pull his shirt off of his arms.
"You feel good," she whispered into his hair. He pressed the tip of his tongue against her skin and licked up to the base of her throat.
Damon sighed lustfully and gazed at her through his thick eyelashes like the temptress he was. "So do you."
Bonnie grabbed his face to put her tongue in his mouth. Wind whirled around them and the wall disappeared to be replaced by Damon's bouncing mattress. Bonnie flipped them over to straddle Damon. She rocked her hips against him, nipping and kissing the warmed skin of his throat and chest like fresh honeycomb.
Damon quickly undid the few buttons holding his shirt together and threw it over the side of the bed. He brought Bonnie's face back to his by the back of her neck. His hand slid down her spine and dragged Bonnie's zipper with it. Bonnie broke their kiss abruptly to stand on her feet. Damon watched her push her dress down to her ankles and kick it away as he unzipped his pants.
She put her foot on his hands to stop him from taking off his pants. She swayed her hips in a wide arc as she turned around and bent over so when Damon sat up he was staring directly at her wet panties.
"Oooo," Damon rumbled.
She grabbed his jeans at his ankles and whipped them off of him. Bonnie flipped her hair and looked at Damon over her shoulder like a seductive dark angel. He moved her panties aside and covered her splendor with his mouth, flattening his tongue between her lips to lick before sucking hungrily.
Bonnie moaned as Damon traced patterns on her in between sucking. She managed to peel his boxer briefs off of him before he took hold of her hip and inner thigh to sit her on his face so he could lay his head back
The work Damon did sent tingles throughout Bonnie's body. She wound her hips and bucked in soft bursts, whining erotically and loudly when Damon used one hand to tweak and rub her nipples. She bent over again, taking Damon's hard on in her hand, and took it into her mouth. Damon's pleasure vibrated into her core with every bob of her head and squeeze of his balls.
Damon flipped Bonnie again and her mouth uncoupled from him with a loud sluuurp. Her face pressed into mattress, she bit her bottom lip as Damon kept her hips level to his to rub against her. He stuck his tip in- just the tip- and lowered his chest to press into her back. His heart beat directly over hers. He kissed her neck and entered her slowly, fully, with breathtaking precision.
His first few strokes followed in the same manner- just to feel her around him, clenching tightly. His rough moans harmonized with her sultry sighs and he moved his hips faster, straightened his back and beat into her harder. Bonnie grasped the sheets like a lifeline- exhaling in choppy breaths, dampening the material underneath her.
Damon slowed his strokes.
"Not yet," Damon whispered into her ear after he stuck their skin together again.
He pushed the length of himself inside of her and then pulled himself out, and filled her completely again and again and again until the black behind her eyelids was spinning. He reached around her waist and rubbed her in small circles. And then, finally, he picked up the pace again. Faster, faster, faster until he was a blur and she was an exposed nerve.
She jerked into her toe curling orgasm, her legs still shaking when Damon finished. He dropped next to her on the bed with a satisfied sigh.
"Oh, man," Bonnie said, turning to Damon and offering him an amorous smile. "I think I really needed that."
Damon slapped her ass and watched it jiggle fondly. "Reminded me of my days in Prague."
"You lived in Prague?" Bonnie asked breathlessly.
"For about a week," Damon revealed. "It was in shambles when I was there. Communism was in full swing," he added nonchalantly.
Bonnie propped herself on her elbows to narrow her eyes at him. "That's what you were reminded of?" she asked, insulted.
A wide, shit-eating grin spread on his face. "When you're in that sort of environment you tend to hyper focus on the good things; drink on your tongue, sun after heavy rain, the heavy breast of a woman. You don't think of anything else but the luxury in the moment."
"Hm. I guess that's a good excuse."
"And just like communism I thought you were gonna suck me dry."
She flicked his nose. "Shut up." She tapped the edge of his nose softly. "I don't know anything about you, Damon."
"That's because you don't want to." He wiggled his nose dismissively.
"I do," Bonnie argued.
"No, you don't," he said firmly. He slid off the bed. "Anyways, it's better that way."
Bonnie picked at a loose thread on the sheets silently. Damon slapped her ass for the second time and kissed the stinging spot. "Let's go again- but this time take your boots off."
Bonnie and Damon headed back downstairs after a few more rounds of romping.
"Thanks for the booty call," Damon said. He stared at her ass when she picked up her flannel. "Let's shorten the time between visits."
Bonnie glanced at Damon with a coy smile. She opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by the door opening. Elena and Stefan stopped at the door.
"Bonnie...what are you doing here?" Elena asked slowly.
"Are you going with Elena and Damon to the party?" Stefan asked, hope tinging his voice.
"I don't-"
"You does look dressed for it," Damon said pointedly. Bonnie furrowed her brow at him.
"I..." she trailed off at Stefan's intense stare. "I'm ready whenever you two are," she said lamely.
Elena smiled awkwardly and sent a strange look Damon's way. He gave the slightest of shrugs behind Bonnie's back. Elena cleared her throat and said, "I'm ready. Are you ready, Damon?"
"I'm always ready," he answered, smirking. He grabbed his leather jacket from the banister and slid it on. "Let's party.
Bass boomed throughout the two-story house on the outskirts of the Virginia state line. Bonnie dodged gyrating party goers with unease. She followed her intuition to a back room at the end of an empty hallway and reached out to open the door.
Her hand wrapped around the cool metal, turned it, and she pushed the wood open. She didn't want to believe the nagging voice in her mind, but she couldn't ignore the need to know that she was right when she wanted to be wrong.
When Elena raised her head, blood stained her mouth in a drunken smear. A drop of blood dripped off the tip of her left fang onto her tongue. The music had faded into the background. The doorknob crumpled in her fist.
It seemed no matter how hard she tried, she always wound up stumbling further into the horrors of a waking dream that had become her life. Bonnie swallowed the dry lump in her throat, resisting the urge to scream.
"What the hell...?" she rasped out.
Elena's eyes sprang open wide with fear and shame. She stared at Bonnie and her midnight snack sighed dazedly. Damon silently took the bloodied brunette before Elena dropped her.
"Bonnie, no," Elena started, but her voice trailed away. Disappointment weighed her mouth closed.
"This is what you've been doing?" Bonnie asked, cutting the silence between them. "When you disappear with him? Feeding...on humans?"
Elena's voice quivered as she said, "I had to."
"Why?" Bonnie demanded harshly.
"She was dying," Damon chucked in just as Elena answered, "New vampires can't survive off of animal blood."
The shocking truth, the disgust, the desire inside of her swirled together to a simmering rage that was fed by Damon and Elena's synchronized excuses. Bonnie's heart thundered inside of her. She jabbed a finger at the girl standing in the corner owlishly.
"That is a person, Elena. A human being!"
"I know."
Bonnie's voice raised an octave, "Do you?"
"Yes!"
Bonnie looked at her best friend incredulously. "So then you just don't care?"
"No-"
"You think just because you're a vampire now- you can use people any way want? She's not a juice box! She's a living, breathing person-"
"And we want her to stay that way," Damon interrupted. "You know the hunger, Bonnie."
"And I fight it! I have to! Every second of every day- every one! There are other ways," Bonnie hissed.
"Just stop!" Elena yelled. "You got up on your high horse as soon as Stefan and Damon came back to Mystic Falls. You think you know everything- you think you're the only one with a working moral compass?"
Bonnie stared at Elena, eyes wide with disbelief. She shook her head disdainfully. "God, you even sound like Damon."
"I've been learning a lot from him-"
Bonnie scoffed loudly. "Like how to become a serial killer in five seconds? I wonder who your first victim will be."
"His name was Reginald Cleary!" Elena shouted. "He was passing through Mystic Falls on the way back to Santa Fe. He tasted like...the blueberry and rhubarb jam Grams used to make."
Elena's eyes glistened in the dimly lit room and she licked her lips. "When she used to spread it on ginger shortbread cookies and then put a huge scoop of her lavender vanilla ice cream between. He tasted just like that...as good as sin."
The doorknob thunked to the floor and rocked loudly before settling.
"We can't all be as strong and perfect as you," Elena bit out.
Hot air pushed out of Bonnie's as a short scoff. She glanced between the two of them- her supposed friends-realizing she would never stop being the odd man out. Not because she was a witch- maybe because she once was- but because she would never be as much of a vampire as the rest of them. Elena's transition no longer included Bonnie.
"I'll find my own way home," she announced before turning swiftly to leave. She didn't look back.
Bonnie maneuvered around the party throng and practically dove out of the house. The autumn night air was a welcomed comfort and, in that moment, her only solace. A hand clamped around her right arm before she could continue her escape.
"Let go of me, Damon," she ordered through clenched teeth.
He didn't. "Stop being dramatic-"
Bonnie yanked her arm hard, but it only brought Damon closer to her and Bonnie closer to the edge. She glowered at him so intensely that she could have burned him alive- if she still had magic.
"You could have melted my brain out of my ears with that look once upon a time."
The shared thought only made her angrier and she bristled like a kicked cat. "I can't believe I was actually deluding myself into thinking I liked you."
Damon smirked heartlessly. "Don't beat yourself up too much; I hear I'm irresistible."
She tried to pull her arm away again. "No, you're just a manipulative, cradle robbing asshole who shouldn't have been able to walk the Earth this long. Why the hell did you bring me here?"
"If you want to hurt me you'll have to try harder."
"I don't want to hurt you. I want to get away from you!" Bonnie grunted as she tried to break free of him again. "Let me go!"
Damon shook his head. "Not until you see sense."
"Sense? Where? Nothing here makes sense, Damon. You're not seeing sense. All you see- all you ever see- is Elena. It was that day, wasn't it? When you found me in the woods. She called you crying."
Bonnie chuckled mirthlessly. "Reginald Cleary on aisle 2. You couldn't wait to go help her clean up her mess, dispose of the body, train her to be more like you...You would do anything to reach around Stefan's back and get in her pants."
"That's not my end game- but she does make it harder than other people."
Bonnie gripped Damon's wrist and dug her nails into his skin with increasing pressure. "You're the one who needs to see sense. Open your eyes. You're her sweet, little bitch, Damon. Whenever she calls, you go running with your tail wagging because she decided to give you a little more attention than yesterday. And you lap that shit up, but who's surprised?"
Her nails were deep enough to draw blood. She sneered cruelly, "Dogs love eating from the trash."
"You better watch what you say," Damon retorted.
"Or what?" Bonnie spat. "You gonna rip my tongue out?"
"And waste such a talented mouth?" Bonnie dug her fingernails deeper and his lips twitched into a vindictive smirk. "I could find a proxy...?"
Bonnie's insides cooled to arctic levels at Damon's threat. She straightened her back slowly, her lip curled up in contempt.
"I may not be a witch, but I still have tricks. I still know how to make a vampire beg for death. But you won't find any mercy in me. And Elena won't be able to save you even if she stopped fucking Stefan long enough to try." Bonnie gave his wrist a quick twist, breaking it and its hold on her. "Stay away from my father. I won't warn you again."
She shoved Damon away from like a dirty bag. They glared at each other until she turned on her heel and sped off, disappearing into the night. She ran back to Mystic Falls like a bat out of hell. She felt hollow- as if she were a deep, empty well.
She had never believed becoming a vampire would be easy. No...she knew it would be its own version of hell, but she never imagined feeling so alone when she was surrounded by them.
Was it so wrong to try to hold onto a semblance of the person she was before? Was it so wrong to try to hold onto a shred of her humanity? Was there anyone who could help her- make her feel like this wasn't the end? She turned the corner on Evergreen and landed at the Donovan house. She pressed the doorbell with a shaky finger.
The light to the porch turned on and Matt opened the door soon after, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Bonnie?"
"I know it's late..." she started.
"No, it's fine. Is something wrong?"
Bonnie's bottom lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears. Her words stuck in her bobbing throat. Matt quickly pulled her inside and closed the door. Bonnie tried to focus on the firm wall pressing against her back , but her foundation was crumbling, the world was spinning, and her heart was trying to break out of her chest. Her feet slid from under her and Matt grasped her by the arms to hold her up.
"Bonnie, what happened?"
She placed her hands on his chest looking for something solid to hold onto. She exhaled heavily with the beat of his heart under her palm. Bonnie raised her swimming green eyes to Matt's ocean blue.
"I've got you," he reassured her.
Bonnie closed her eyes. The tears rolled down her face, taking her panic with them. She rested her weight on her own two feet and curled her fingers into Matt's gray t-shirt. His hands brushed her skin on their way to cradle her face and wipe the tears from her chilled cheeks that grew warmer with every tear and every careful swipe of his thumb.
Bonnie stared into Matt's eyes again. She opened her mouth and spoke sadly- desperately, "I don't want to be a vampire."
"I know," Matt said ruefully.
"I hate it."
He nodded. He knew that too. She took in a shuddering breath and released a sob then hiccuped through a deep breath. If Matt had not caught every teardrop that escaped her eyes she would have stayed silent after that. Her bottom lip trembled and her hiccups seceded to soft shivers.
She barely spoke above a whisper, "I don't know...if I can do this. I'm- afraid."
Bonnie waited with bated breath and watering eyes. Matt sighed, squared his shoulders, and cupped Bonnie's face gently.
"Me too."
Bonnie let out a half sob, half sigh and her eyes drifted shut as she sagged against Matt. They stood in each other's arm, uncertain of the future but still comforted. At least they had each other.
So you may be wondering what else happened at the party...to which I say maybe I'll write about it in a flashback. Bamon is dead for now; we are rolling into Monnie territory and...soon...the next chapter of Bonnie's transition. Y'all have no idea the turn the story is about to take.
Thanks for reading loves!
