Damon is stuck with Bonnie... his only source of blood.

6th Bite

"Ow! Damn it Damon that hurts!" Bonnie curses before shoving him away. Her wrist ached as blood from it dripped to the floor.

"What you expect me to do huh?! I'm trying to be gentle here," Damon snapped back. He wasn't sure how Stefan did it with Elena but feeding from Bonnie was a pain in the ass.

"Well, you suck at it! You know what? I'm done!"

Bonnie may have no one else to turn to, but sticking around Damon when he was being a massive jerk wasn't an option either. Being bit hurt, and Damon healing the cut after with his blood wasn't glamorous either. Having to drink Damon's blood almost every day to heal couldn't be what the rest of her eternity was going to have to be like. She wouldn't stand for it.

"Bonnie, don't. I can't make it hurt less."

Damon had been feeding from Bonnie's wrist. It's honestly the best blood he's ever had the privilege to feed on. Bonnie had a great diet, it made her blood fulfilling and sweet. On top of it being witch blood, Damon had found the holy grail of a great tasting meal.

"Then starving to death is your only option isn't it? Have fun with that."

"Fine! Don't let me feed. But don't expect breakfast to be done anytime soon either." It was a weak comeback but it was all Damon had. He was quickly starting to realize that Bonnie was too important to him but not the other way around. Bonnie didn't need him for anything but he was being kept anyway.

"Ha! I hate pancakes, and it's the only thing you know how to make so I'm not losing much am I?" Bonnie smirked. She wouldn't let Damon get the best of her and was honestly starting to feel as though they should break apart anyway. She was tired of feeling tired all the time, tired of trying, and of being dead for months. At least when she died before she could still see the people she loved, now it was just Damon. There must have been a glitch in the set up her Grams made for her. It wasn't supposed to be this way.

"Fine!" Damon yelled before punching the wall near him.

True to his word, Damon stopped making breakfast and Bonnie started making dinner for one. It had gotten tense enough that Bonnie started to actively search for empty homes during the day instead of spending it with Damon. And what did it matter? Damon was used to being alone; he was perfectly capable of being alone again. He just never knew it'd be so literal this time.

Very short chapter for how long it took me to get this up. I'll have the next one up in a few days! Promise!