A/N: Instead of making excuses as to why I have taken so long to update this story, I've decided to buy your affections by way of a longer chapter.
Don't get too excited though... some of it is recap. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: If any of you find my sexy angel version of Bonnie blasphemous, perhaps you should stop reading now! It only gets worst from here.
Oh and I own nothing.
Chapter 7
LIVID! That is the only word that could describe how Elena Gilbert felt at the moment. Her boyfriend screwed her best friend. He could call it what he wanted. 'I made love to her.' She kept hearing him say over and over as she marched thru the woods. 'Love my ass!' Elena thought to herself. He fucked her. No amount of sugar coating could change that fact. She knew Damon well in the biblical sense, and he did not make love. There were never any sweet words, or gentle caresses. No matter how much he loved someone, he was the bend you over the nearest flat surface, and rip your panties from your body type of guy. She knew this for a fact, so why would he claim to have made love to Bonnie? The shit just didn't make sense.
As Elena continued to wonder aimlessly thru the dark woods, she suddenly remembered that she was now human. She no longer had her supernatural abilities to fall back on should something in the very dark woods decides to harm her. She wisely spun on her heels to head back toward her safe haven. She didn't make it three steps before she heard the snapping of twigs slightly to her left. She was scared shitless. She could feel eyes on her. She nearly jumped out of her skin, but quickly realized that her brother had followed her.
"Klaus has you back on his radar. Trekking off by your self is not a good idea."
"That's why I'm headed back."
"Good… I thought we were going to have to drag you back." Caroline said.
Elena turned around, and saw Caroline along with Stefan headed toward her.
"Where's Damon?" Elena asked. "Let me guess… he stayed behind to worship Bonnie some more."
"It's not like that Elena."
"Then what's it like Caroline?" Elena shouted. "I don't know what happened to Bonnie Bennett. Maybe she died the night we lost her and Damon in the woods? Because the Bonnie Bennett I know would never screw around with her best friend's boyfriend, and that thing back at the house is definitely not her either. Am I supposed to just hand the man that I love over to it?"
"Elena, Damon loves you." Stefan tried to comfort her.
"And the two of them died together Elena." Caroline added. "Whatever happened between them happened because they believed they weren't coming back. It was one night, and I'm sure they both regret it."
Elena's wiped a tear from her eye. "I know he loves me." She admitted. "But Bonnie is suddenly drop-dead gorgeous. How am I supposed to compete with that?"
Caroline furrowed her brows. She found herself taken aback a little by Elena's assessment of their friend.
"Bonnie has always been drop-dead gorgeous Elena, inside and out. If you are just now realizing that, then maybe you're the one guilty of being a bad friend. Plus Damon never asked you to compete with Bonnie. He simply wants you to except the fact that they are friends now."
Elena nodded, but Jeremy scoffed loudly. "Some friends!" He said under his breath, but luckily only Stefan and Caroline heard him.
The foursome made their way back to the boarding house. As they walked thru the door they heard the voice of Damon.
"I would have never guessed that my judgy little witch preferred sleeping naked."
They curiously continued thru the foyer to the living room where they found Damon, and Bonnie watching some sort of home video playing just above the mantel on the fireplace. The witch and vampire were so distracted by the video, they didn't notice the four sets of eyes that were now watching along.
Several seedy seconds later, Matt and Alaric came thru the door noticing the shocked faces of the foursome standing frozen in the living room entry way. Once they realized what had captivated everyone, they quietly joined the voyeur party.
The Scooby gang, aside from Enzo, watched as onscreen Damon…
Whispered into Bonnie's ear before claiming her mouth.
His hands explored her body deliciously. She wanted to feel his, so she pushed his t-shirt upward. They only disconnected long enough for him to remove it. She impatiently reached for the waist of his jeans. Her small hand easily slipped inside causing him to moan shamelessly.
"Take em off." Bonnie ordered thru kisses.
Damon quickly obliged before wedging himself between her barely parted thighs. She moaned loudly when he stroked her bundle of nerves with the bulbous of his erection. He growled, enjoying the radiate heat there. His progression was slow and deliberate, but aggressive. She loved it. He reached for both of her hands, entwining their fingers before he entered her. Bonnie bit down on her bottom lip hard trying to contain the squeal that was forming at the back of her throat from the feel of him stretching her. Her back arched causing her bare breast to tease his chest.
"Fuck!" He gasped trying to remain still while she got used to his size.
He placed open mouth kisses between her breasts. She gave him a reassuring nod allowing him to continue. He thrust in and out of her at a torturously slow pace trying to enjoy every inch of her.
"God Bonnie, you feel so fucking good." Damon gritted out. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You have the sweetest tightest pussy...I can't wait to taste it."
She enjoyed the way he was whispering dirty things in her ear. Bonnie moaned bringing her leg up to crook around his back, she flipped them over so she was on top. The shock on Damon's face was evident. She rolled her hips several times before sliding off his erect member. She unabashedly climbed his body until she was straddling his face.
Damon chuckled. "I knew you were a freak." He admitted before diving in to taste her essence.
He ate her like a starved man being offered his favorite meal. Bonnie held tightly on to the headboard while she rode his tongue. She was moaning loudly and her movements became erratic. He knew she was close, so he wrapped his arms tightly around her thighs to hold her still while he brought her to her release. Her toes curled, and she cried out his name when she peaked. Damon gave her no time to recover. He quickly flipped her onto her back to thrust back into her. Her legs were spread wide, and her knees were high up on her breast pinned there by his chest. He reconnected their hands, and his eyes never left hers. He stroked in and out of her deep and powerful. Her entire body rocked with each deliciously slow thrust.
"God you're beautiful." He whispered before kissing her hungrily.
The passion between them was undeniable. He made love to her the way they both needed until she was a quivering pile of mush beneath him, and he was whispering her name while spilling his seed inside of her. He collapsed beside her, and she spoke for the first time since they began.
"That was..." She breathed out heavily searching for the right words. "That was-
HOT!
Caroline screeched from behind them.
Damon and Bonnie turned from where they sat on the sofa to see that the whole gang had not only returned, but had also witnessed at least some of the intimate moment they'd shared while stuck in 1994.
Bonnie quickly waved her hand causing the images that were being projected onto the fireplace to disappear.
"Elena!" Damon quickly stood to his feet, and reached out to his girlfriend after seeing the shocked expression on her face. "I never meant for you to see that." He admitted.
"I'll bet you didn't!" Elena cried before storming off toward the stairs.
Damon didn't hesitate in following her.
"Bonnie how could you?" Jeremy shrieked. "We were still together when that happened." He shouted, not caring at all that Bonnie had no memory of him.
Once again, Bonnie raised a perfectly arched brow. She briefly looked to Caroline in question before turning her attention back to Jeremy.
"I understand." She said. "You have strong feelings for me, so you feel dishonored. That was not my intentions. Your anger is justified, but I will not tolerate that tone."
"And I will not tolerate you whoring yourself out to Damon Salvatore."
"Jeremy…" Alaric started, but was cut off by Bonnie.
She was clenching her fist causing Jeremy to choke. "Your impertinence will get you killed someday." She said calmly. "You will respect me hunter, or die where you stand." She released the hold her magic had on his throat, and Jeremy collapsed to the floor coughing. No one said anything. They were all either too flabbergasted, or too amused by Bonnie. All but Enzo, who saw the moment of the stunned silence as an opportunity to speak also to announce his arrival.
"That was strangely arousing." He half joked.
Bonnie's attention turned to him, and she winked at him flirtatiously. For some reason Stefan was put off by this. Enzo was undressing Bonnie with his eyes, and she didn't seem to mind. Stefan suddenly felt the urge to rip the Brit's heart out. He cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"It's been a long day. Perhaps we should all turn in for the night?"
"Perhaps." Bonnie agreed with Stefan, but her eyes never left Enzo's. "And perhaps o vampiro bonito (the handsome vampire )would like to escort me?" Bonnie said in French. She sensed Enzo's heritage had roots in London. She knew he would understand her.
Enzo's smile grew tenfold. "Perhaps?" He let out smoothly, lust clear in his tone.
"Not gonna happen." Stefan growled. He also spoke French, and was not about to let Enzo get his grubby hands on Bonnie… Damon's, Bonnie. Yes Damon was currently upstairs groveling at the feet of his girlfriend, but that did not mean that Bonnie was fair game. Stefan didn't know where these feelings where coming from. He knew that Damon didn't own Bonnie. But even if he did, that wouldn't justify Stefan's urge to protect her from anyone that was not named Damon Salvatore.
Bonnie smirked at Stefan. "You are more like your brother than you know." Bonnie says before heading up to her room alone. She quickly undressed completely before retiring to bed. Stefan and Caroline cleared the large house of its remaining guest before heading to bed themselves.
Further down the hall, Damon had managed to somewhat calm Elena down. Now they were having a meaningful conversation, a heart to heart that was long overdue.
"How could you do this to me Damon, after everything we have been thru? When you truly love someone, you don't disregard their feelings." Elena sniffled.
Damon wiped her tear away. "You are absolutely right Elena, and it will never happen again. I love you, and nothing will change that. I had a moment of weakness. I didn't think we were coming back. I thought I would never see you again. It wouldn't have happened otherwise." Damon admitted. "You are the only woman I love."
"You promise?" Elena asked.
"I promise." Damon said.
Was he lying? He didn't know because he had strong feeling for Bonnie, feeling that he wasn't ready to admit to out loud. Elena leaned into him, and kissed him passionately. She would forgive him. Bonnie, however; was another story. Just thinking of the way Damon held Bonnie, and whispered into her ear as he caressed her made Elena sick to her stomach. She wanted that Damon, the one she saw onscreen, the Damon Bonnie had.
"Make love to me." Elena begged in a breathy whisper.
Inwardly, Damon cringed. He knew what Elena wanted, but he wasn't sure he could give it to her. That's not who they were. They didn't do, 'love making.' Their relationship was passion filled from the very beginning. It was raw, animalistic even. Hell that's how all his sexual encounters had been, all except Bonnie. Damon Salvatore just flat out didn't do 'love making.' He made an exception that night because it was what Bonnie needed at the time. It was what they both needed. Or maybe Bonnie was just different, but that theory he wasn't ready to entertain. Damon Salvatore was a creature of habit, and most habits where just too damned hard to break. Why bother? Instead he went with instinct.
"I love you Elena." He whispered into her ear before ripping her clothes off, turning her over onto her tummy, and plowing into her from behind. Elena couldn't complain. It wasn't what she asked for, but she'd take it. He played her body like a fiddle. And before it was over, she was screaming out his name. Was she extra loud just to ensure Bonnie heard them…yeah, but what else was she supposed to do? Elena had to claim her man, put the witch, or angel, or whatever she was, in her place. Elena slept peacefully that night, with a satisfied grin on her face.
Lying awake next to her was a sleep deprived Damon Salvatore. He knew what Elena was doing when she was being extra vocal, and he was one hundred percent sure that it worked. Bonnie had to of heard them, hell the whole neighborhood probably heard them. He didn't sleep at all that night because he couldn't help feeling like he somehow betrayed Bonnie.
The following morning Elena giddily followed a restless Damon Salvatore down the stairs to the kitchen for morning coffee. Damon stood frozen in the entryway at the sight before him. Bonnie sat atop the counter clad in the tiniest ivory boy-shorts with a matching tank top that sloped low on her back, nearly exposing the waistband of those tiny boy-shorts. However, that's not what the agile vampire nearly tripping over his feet. That denouncement was owed to the pasty ass, egomaniacal, blood sucking leech standing between her parted cinnamon thighs. He was feeding her bits of waffles dipped in syrup. Who knew eating could be so erotic? But then again, everything Bonnie 2.0 did was erotic.
Damon saw red! "Go get dressed Bonnie!" He demanded while locking eyes with Enzo.
Bonnie turned to Damon with a playful smirk on her face, but Enzo was no fool. He sensed Damon's demon itching to break free, so he threw his hands up in surrender while backing up several paces. Bonnie licked her lips, and hopped off the countertop. She gave one last wink to Enzo before walking toward the exit.
"Damiano, Mai uno da condividere, ma lo chiedi a me?" (Damon, never one to share,but you ask it of me?) Bonnie whispered in his ear as she passed him.
'Damn even her walk oozes sensuality.' Damon thought, but said nothing by way of responding to Bonnie.
"What did she say?" Elena asked.
Damon tore his eyes from Bonnie's backside in order to shift his attention to his girlfriend. He blinked several times trying to get the image of Bonnie's swaying hips out of his mind.
"Nothing." He answered flatly.
Elena rolled her eyes. She wasn't about to let Bonnie's theatrics persuade her good mood. She swiped the plate Enzo abandoned, and began eating the now lukewarm waffles.
Damon turned his attention back to Enzo. "Bonnie is off limits."
Enzo chuckled. "Your little witch is more than capable of handling herself mate. I did nothing to her that she didn't approve of."
Damon growled. "Keep your hands off of her." He gritted out, standing toe to toe with Enzo. Their noses were almost touching.
"To late-"
Damon didn't wait for Enzo to finish his sentence. He snapped his neck, and then stepped over his lethargic body to rush upstairs after Bonnie.
Once again Elena rolled her eyes, but she stayed planted in her seat eating waffles that she didn't even really want. She was not about follow him just to witness another dramatic episode of the BAMON SHOW. Vexed, she got up, rinsed her plate off, and headed out the back door toward the small garden.
Upstairs Damon was storming in on Bonnie's relaxing shower. He angrily ripped the shower curtain open without forethought to her state of undress. He paused for a tick to take in her anatomy before he erupted.
"Explain to me why that prick is down stairs telling anyone who will listen, that you and he-…" Damon paused not being able to even think about, let alone finish his statement. "That he has seen your heart." Damon decided to say instead.
Bonnie stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her small frame, and used another to dry her hair. In that moment she was the poster child for nonchalance. She sauntered over to the bed, sat down, and folded one thigh over the other.
"Heart?" She questioned raising that brow of hers again.
She knew what he was talking about. He could see it written all over her flawless features. 'God she's beautiful." Damon had to look away so he'd remember how angry he was at her. He held her gaze while closing the small distance between them. He reached a hand out to her towel covered knee, and slid it north toward the apex of her thigh. If Bonnie was affected by his touch, she showed no sign of it. His thumb ran across the heart shaped birthmark on her inner thigh just below her lady lips.
"You're heart!" He reiterated.
Bonnie smiled seductively. And when she uncrossed her legs, she didn't break eye contact with Damon. 'Oh she's good.' He thought because his dick was brick hard, and she hadn't even touched him. The universe must have been playing some twisted version of a sick joke on him because the love of his life was awake, downstairs, and madly in love with him. But the only thing he could think about was sliding his cock between the beautiful thighs he still had a hand planted on… thighs that happened to be attached to one of her best friend's! He was being put to a test that a lesser man would surely fail.
He cleared his throat, and stepped back several paces.
"Farti vestita poco tentatrice!" (Get dressed you little temptress.)
Damon made no move to leave the room as Bonnie unabashedly dropped her towel, and sashayed over to the dresser. His eyes stayed locked on hers as she slid on white lace panties before heading for the closet. He didn't take his eyes off of her. She was putting this one-man show on just for him. He knew this, and he was damn sure going to enjoy every minute of it.
After Bonnie finished dressing, Damon was thoroughly teased. He took a few moments to ogle her. She looked beautiful in her low-ride jeans, pink floral backless top, and cream flats. She ran her fingers thru her damp hair, and she was good to go. She had no need to style her hair, or apply makeup. She was just plain flawless, divine.
Before either was allowed a word, they heard the frantic calls of Elena. She was screaming Damon's name. He sped downstairs toward his girlfriend. Bonnie took a little longer to respond. By the time she got to the bottom of the stairs, Caroline, Damon, and Stefan were all watching with horror filled faces as some handsome stranger held Elena by her throat. Bonnie took one look at him, and knew he was an original, the original hybrid to be exact. He was flanked by six other vampires, new ones from the smell of them. She entered the room just in time to hear the original say.
"I came to bleed the fair Elena dry, but as I was taking her from the sanctuary of your garden (not a very secure place to hang about by the way) I smelled the arousal of the Bennett witch. The Bennett witch I killed after fucking senseless mind you."
Bonnie's only response to this revelation was a quick run of her tongue across her teeth.
"Damon, care to explain to your precious Elena why the witch is aroused?"
All eyes turned a curious gaze in Damon's direction.
Klaus finally took a moment to take Bonnie. Their eyes locked, and Klaus' grip around Elena's neck loosened allowing her to break free. She ran to Damon's awaiting arms, dramatic collapsing into his chest.
"What are you?" Klaus asked Bonnie. She was no longer just a witch. That much was evident. The powering emanating from her was almost overwhelming, and her beauty was otherworldly. Klaus has walked the planet for over one-thousand years, and he has never come across anything like her. He wanted her.
The flirtatious smile playing on Bonnie's lips irritated Damon, but he said nothing. He was curious to see how this little reunion between his witch and the original played out. Bonnie took several steps toward Klaus, but Damon and Stefan held out an arm to stop her. There was no way either was about to let Klaus get his paws on her again. Feathery white wings sprang free from her back with a loud swoosh reminding the brothers that Bonnie Bennett was no longer just a witch. Her next steps toward the hybrid where taken with no resistance from either Salvatore, but Damon let go of Elena in order to stand as close to Bonnie as possible.
Klaus' minions were no fools. When Bonnie got within reaching distance, they instinctively took several steps back. She stopped when she was standing nose to nose with Klaus. She spoke to him in Arabic. It wasn't his native tongue, but it was one he was very familiar with.
"Do you still mean me any harm?"
"Don't take it personal love." Klaus answered back in the dialect chosen by the ethereal creature standing before him. "It was never about you; in fact I rather enjoyed my time with you."
"You friends wish me harm." Bonnie said referring to the vampires now standing behind Klaus. The hungry look in their eyes gave them away. Her blood was too powerful, too tempting for new vampires. They had to be dealt with.
"Don't worry about them. They can be tamed." Klaus tells her.
"No need." Bonnie says. She raised her hand in the general direction of the hungry vampires, and they all dropped dead.
Caroline gasped, but otherwise the room remained quiet. A huge grin broke across the original's face. He had to have her.
The two powerful supernaturals continued to converse in Arabic.
"And what of my sentinel, do you mean him harm?"
Klaus shifted his eyes to Damon assuming she was referring to him. He could have lied, but he sensed she would know it. Instead, he went with the truth. "Only if he gets in my way." Klaus admitted.
"Then you must die." Bonnie warned. She didn't care one way another about the fact that the original was the one responsible for her untimely demise, grudges weren't her thing. But Damon was off limits.
Hearing their exchange Damon quickly reminded Bonnie of his life's connection to Klaus'.
"You are connected to me! Your life is no longer tied to his." Bonnie told Damon, only now speaking English.
"What about my brother?" Damon asked. "Caroline? Your mother?" He finished.
Bonnie looked thoughtful for a moment. Truthfully, she didn't really care about what other vampires would parish if she killed the original. Her specific duty as a virtue was to protect humans from harm caused by supernatural beings. Killing Klaus would serve that purpose, and no humans would get hurt in the process. She had no real motive to kill any vampires that weren't hurting humans, but she honestly didn't have any reason to necessarily keep them alive either. But if Stefan was important to Damon, she would do all she could to protect him. Besides, she was really beginning to enjoy the company of Caroline.
"Fine!" She acquiesced.
Klaus was enthralled by the enchantress standing before him. The way she moved called to him. He arrogantly watched the exchange with extreme amusement. He knew killing him wouldn't be easy, but he wanted to see what she was capable of. He stood trancelike as Bonnie turned her attention back to him.
"But the hybrid belongs to me now." Bonnie announced. She placed a single finger on the forehead of the original, and he passed out.
"What did you do to him?" Caroline asked.
"Nothing yet, He is just resting." Bonnie kneeled down to place her hand on the chest of the slumbering hybrid. She silently chanted for several minutes before standing again. "Now he will only kill on my command." Bonnie announced. "He will do no harm to any of you."
"Wow!" Caroline was beaming with pride.
"Maybe the two of you could get rid of the bodies?" She asked of Stefan and Caroline.
"Sure thing." Stefan said moving to take action.
"Can you board him for a while?" She asked Damon.
Damon rolled his eyes dramatically. "Klaus… you want me to let Klaus stay in my house."
"Yes!" Bonnie answered flatly.
"Not happening." Damon was standing firm in his decision.
Bonnie moved closer to him until they were only a breath away from each other. "Then point me in the direction of my home, and I will take him there!" Bonnie said, raising her voice slightly.
"Alright!" Damon screamed. He marched toward the original, slung him over his shoulder, and carried him to an empty room upstairs.
There was no way he was about to let Bonnie be alone with the psycho that killed her, especially since said psycho can describe what her inner walls feel like.
Bonnie smiled triumphantly at his retreating back while retracting her massive wings.
"That's interesting." She heard a voice from behind her say.
Bonnie spun around to face Elena. They were now standing alone at the base of the stairs. "What?" Bonnie asked.
"The way you have him wrapped around your finger." Elena answered. "Especially when you consider the fact that he is MY boyfriend!" Elena purposefully placed emphasis on the word MY.
Something that sounded between a scoff and a giggle escaped Bonnie's lips. She was simultaneously irritated, and amused.
"Walk with me Aileena; I think you and I should clear the air." Bonnie suggested. "Because I can sense some hostility from you where I am concerned."
"Elena!" The doppelganger corrected as the childhood friends headed out the back door toward the garden. "And there's no hostility."
"Jealousy?" The beautiful Bennett asked. "Envy maybe?"
Elena snorted as she silently resented the alluring sway of Bonnie's hips. Even she found it hard to keep her eyes off of them. "I have nothing to be jealous of." Elena lied. She moved to stop in Bonnie's path. "Damon is my boyfriend, mine. Besides you're the one who has always been envious of me."
Bonnie laughed, but still straightened her spine. She lifted her chin in an effort to appear larger to the woman looking down on her.
"Damiano is not yours. He always has been, and always will be mine. He is only with you because I allow him to be. You'll do well to remember that Friend!" Bonnie stated. She wasn't gloating, just stating facts.
Elena was visibly angry. Her complexion turned an interesting shade of red. "Stay away from him Bonnie. He does. Not. Want. You!" Elena drawled out.
The renowned Bonnie brow crept toward her hairline.
"Right!" The witchy angel patronized.
A/N: Let me know what you think.
Do you think Elena is getting a raw deal?
Is Damon wrong for is actions with Bonnie? What about Bonnie? Do you enjoy her written this way? And what are her plans for Klaus and Enzo?
And what's up with Stefan?
