BAMON MUH-HAHAHAHAHA!

Is it me? Or am I the only one who thinks there should be a dark and AU catagory option?

Anyhow, after I have completed this story I will go back and rewrite the first few chapters. I will be changing it all to a third person view. So when the story is done, don't be surprised when you get more alerts!

Again this is beta-less, so if you see any mistakes in this chapter please PM me and let me know, don't point it out in a review. Thanks :)

PREVIOUSLY:

'Is that Elena crying? What happened?' her fuzzy mind grasps out for any solid erudition.
Her and Elena had been in her Gran's house packing, then they had found an old spell book... Which spell had she used? Feeling the memory of the spell floating away she focuses harder, what incantation did she cast?

Damon beams wildly at the unaware witch. She is awake. Finally.

Bonnie blinks hard, trying to refocus her mind. She can feel a prick at the back of her head, cautioning her to be wary of her surroundings, but the sound of a familiar girl sobbing is distracting her. It takes her foggy brain a few more second to connect the familiar sound to the rightful face... Elena.

She commands her body to get up but it won't respond. "Elena?" She manages to croak out. Her vocal chords sting at the effort.

"Bonnie?" She hears in reply.

Yep. It's Elena. She opens her mouth to ask Elena what's wrong. Before she can manage out the words, vomit comes out instead. Leaning to the side she spews the context of her stomach on the floor and, unfortunately all over herself as well.

She rolls over on her back again and moans. Her head is throbbing. 'That's what you get when you over do it with the magic, and booze'. She scolds herself.

Slowly she sits up her arms shaking as she struggles to support herself. Opening her eyes she looks up. Standing in front of her staring intently , is the figure of non other than Damon fucking Salvatore. Rolling her eyes she looks over to the side of the room where Elena is curled up into a ball. Straining her eyes she tries to make out her face but it's too dark. She feels her mind pricking harder and suddenly she is ice cold. Where is she? Why is Elena crying? Why the hell does it involve Mystic Falls biggest asshole?

She looks up at Damon's face, trying to make out his features. She can feel his intense stare negatively impacting her ability to breath. Taking to instinct, Bonnie ignores the pang of her brain. Reaching out with her mind, she feels around him for an energy. Bonnie takes a sharp intake of breath as she absorbs some of his aura. On the surface it's an execrable darkness, yet her mind draws deeper and deeper until she can no longer sense the sinisterness but a magnetic pull towards it. Her heart aches and she feels a need to merge herself with the entity. Abruptly light turns on pulling her back into reality.

The harshness of the light makes her screw her eyes shut, sending a new wave of nausea over her, not because of the booze this time. No. This particularly rise of bile comes from the fact that she is staring at a hunched over sobbing Elena, a naked hunched over sobbing Elena. Bonnie's emerald eyes widen in shock. Without a second thought Bonnie uses what little strength she has left to stand from the dingy cot,and takes a shaky step towards Elena. Her endurance runs out by the third step, knees buckling she falls straight down. She braces for the impact, but it never comes. Instead she feels strong, hard and slightly cold arms wrap around her.

"Hello, my little Witch"

Her body stiffens, but not because she feels his cool breath tickle her left ear as he whispers, well not completely anyhow. She has become stiff because she can now see the forming of fresh bruises that cover Elena's entire body. She sees - oh god - blood smeared thighs with a thick white residue. 'Elena was... raped'. Her heart clenches at the realization. 'Damon'.

Damon still has his arms wrapped tightly around his pet. A smirk plasters his face as he listens to Bonnie's heart pound uncontrollably. He can smell the misery and concern radiating from her. Bonnie pulls from his grip and he allows her to do so. Spinning to face him, her emerald eyes look up to meet his. She suppresses the gasp that lingers on her lips.

"Why are you're eyes black?" She demands, her voice shaking with rage. Damon cocks an eyebrow at her and tilts his head to side, a hint of a smile playing at his lips.

"Oh come on little witch, surely you can't be this dense". The sick fucker was teasing her.

As rage pumps though her veins she uses the adrenalin from it to fuel her magic. Glaring at him she wills aneurysms to explode over and over. Damon yells in pain clutching his head as he sinks to his knees. Bonnie focuses harder willing more and more magic to pop more and more aneurysms. Ignoring the warm blood tricking down her nose, she continues her assault as Damon's yells turn to screams and his screams turn to laughter? Damon let's his hands drop from his head and he gives her a pompous look as he stands. Bonnie's stares at him her eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

"Your magic" He takes a step towards her "Has zero effect on me now". He finishes standing inches away from her".

"Not possible" She bites out.

"You're positive about that?" He asks innocently, before closing the gap between them, pushing her against the nearest wall. She tries dousing him in magic fire, but to her horror it isn't working. He chuckles darkly knowing what she is attempting. She starts thrashing out, trying her best to get away, ignoring her body's cry in protests.

"We both know you aren't going to win".

"Fuck you" She yells, bitterness laces each syllable.

"Eventually, but first things first you need a bath" His nose crinkled "I'm not big on the smell of vomit".

She glares at him. " .Hell".

"Nice comeback" He reply's sarcastically.

Then he turns away from her walking out of the cellar. "I'll be right back" He announces as the door slams shut.

Letting out a rigid breath Bonnie sinks to the floor. She closes her eyes as she tries her best to compose herself. Slowly she crawls toward Elena, who is still in the fetal position. With a lot of effort she pulls herself up and sits on the cot.

"Elena" She says softly.

She reaches her hand out to stroke Elena's forehead, but she stops herself. Maybe it was best if she waits for Elena to initiate the first contact, she doesn't want to trigger anything.

"Bo-Bonnie" Elena responds in a barely audible whisper, her eyes still squeezed shut.

"You're going to be okay" Bonnie tries to sound matter-of-fact, but it sounds hollow even to her own ears. "

Elena just whimpers, hugging herself tighter. Bonnie looks around, rightly assuming it to be the cellar in the Salvatore's basement. Hearing the cellar door open, Bonnie turns her head toward Damon in disgust. Damon winks with his dull black eyes and smiles strutting toward her bare chested wearing only a pair of black jeans. He holds a mop and bucket of soapy water and sets both items down before facing Bonnie again.

"Stand up" He orders. Bonnie just sits there staring at him.

"Fuck off". She wouldn't stand up for the prick even if she did posses the strength to do so.

His smile fades and he raises an eyebrow at her. Using his vampire speed, he picks her up and throws her over his bare shoulder.

"Bonnie's puke better be cleaned up before I get back" He growls to Elena "Unless you want round two". There is no response from Elena. Damon walks out of the cellar slamming the door closed behind him.

Bonnie's slams her small fists against his back, which has no effect on him. Not only because he's a vampire but also because she has virtually no strength left. He runs to the upstairs bathroom, and sets her down on the toilet seat to sit, knowing she doesn't have the strength to stand.

Damon walks over to a cabinet in the corner and opens a door. Bonnie watches him wearily as he grabs a brand new toothbrush among the other stash of toiletries. He opens the package and pulls out the yellow handled toothbrush and walks to the sink. Which is conveniently next to the toilet.

He turns on the water and wets the brush then adds a dab of toothpaste before offering it to Bonnie. She glares at him before grudgingly grabbing it. He smirks wordlessly at her while she snarls in return. She has no plans on doing what he wants, but the taste in her mouth is so vile that she can't bare it.

He turns away and begins drawing a bath in the claw foot tub. Bonnie scrubs at her teeth and tongue while she keeps an eye on Damon's actions, but lets her mind wonder. 'Shit he was serious about the bath... What the hell turned Damon like this? How was she and Elena going to escape, since their captor was a deranged vampire who was immune to her magic? And if he really was immune to her magic why could to feel him with it earlier?' Still sitting she leans over and spits in the sink.

With the tub full Damon shuts off the water. He grabs the toothbrush back from Bonnie who is done brushing, and chucks it in the trash.

He stares at her "Try to stand" he commands.

"I. Am. Not. Your. Pet" She states, fury wavering in her voice.

He just stands there for a few seconds while he smiles at her. Fucking smiles. Before he smugly says. "That's the same thing Elena said to me before I fucked her".

Bonnie feels her mouth slack open and her eyes bulge as she stares at him in shock.

"What's wrong Bonnie?" He asks mockingly.

Bonnie is shaking from pure unadulterated hatred, and for a fleeting second she is glad she can't use magic on him. Because if she could she would kill him. She would kill him slowly and painfully, and she knows she would enjoy every second of it. 'I am not a killer' she yells at herself mentally.

Faster than she can realizes, she is being picked up and submerged in the warm bathtub. Her head sinks underneath and she gasps in surprise. Filling both her mouth and lungs with water. Damon pulls her head above water as she coughs up the liquid that is blocking her airways. As she chokes Damon pats her back gently yet firmly.

"Ev-il p-pr-prick" She sputters.

He ignores her comment and lets her go since she is sitting up steadily on her own. Then he grabs the front of her shirt and rips it, pulling the soaked torn blouse from her body. She desperately smacks at his hands. She screams obscenities, kicks and swats at him as he continues to tear each clad item from her body, until she is completely naked. Humming in satisfaction he rakes his eyes up and down her beautiful body.

Her eyes are wide and as she stares up at him with hatred and fear. Her knees are drawn up to cover her private areas. Reaching down he grabs hold of her feet and pulls, forcing her to either reach for the sides of the tub to hold herself above water, or sink to the bottom again. Her hands clutch the tub and as she tries to wiggle her feet from his hold, splashing water out of the tub all over the floor.

Her tits are amazing he decides. They're plump and perky, the nipples are small, cute and a few shades darker than the rest of her body. Her hips are shapely yet toned and her pussy isn't shaved but it isn't overly hairy, 'She trims'. He thinks approvingly. As let's go of her feet she immediately pulls her knees back up to her chest. She feels dirty under his harsh still has dried blood beneath her nose pointing out her overworked mind. Damon keeps watching Bonnie as she closes her eyes attempting to control her labored breaths. She's exhausted from all the magic she had used, plus she was still hung over.

Damon walks around the tub so he's standing behind her head. He kneels down his pants getting wet from the now soaked floor. He bites his right wrist drawing blood then he quickly grabs Bonnie's full left mound of flesh. She lets out a surprised gasp and Damon uses the opportunity, putting his wrist against her open mouth. She tries to wrestle away but Damon just holds on to her as he forces her to gulp down more and more blood. When he is satisfied she has enough he lets her go.

"You're a monster" She says appalled.

"Oh honey, I've been called worse."

"Leave! I want to bath alone. Better yet let us go!" She says bitterly.

"No, you're mine" He growls. "And besides why would I miss all this fun?"

He grabs the shampoo and pours some on Bonnie's scalp. She tenses as she feels his fingertip touch her scalp. She tries moving from his reach but he yanks her back toward him. "Bonnie" He warns her, his voice deep with annoyance. Either let me bath you, all of you" He says pointedly... I'll just have to resort to bathing, Elena".

Freezing at his last word, Damon grins knowingly, 'Bonnie's kryptonite'.

He resumes his work. He lathers her hair, rinses it, adds conditioner and rinses again. Then he grabs a cloth and lathers it with soap. Bonnie wants to scream and pull away firm his sickening touch but the thought of Elena going though this in her delicate state stops her from moving an inch.

He explores more and more of her skin with the soapy cloth. He rubs away the blood from her face, and down hers arms. He takes his time rubbing imaginary dirt from her breast and she swears she might puke again. Every horrid second she spends in his bathtub while he explores her body, the dirtier she feels.

He begins to go lower and lower until he's washing her inner thighs. Bonnie tries her best to stay still, as the urge to snap her thighs close nags at her. Damon ditches the cloth and uses his bare hand instead to sneak further up her thigh. Damon's member is fully erected for the second time tonight (one of the perks of being a vampire). Bonnie's body is rigid, and her eyes are shut tight as his hand continues up till her is actually touching her there. Her body screams at her to at least try to put up a fight, but her the image of Elena's hunched over image is seared into her brain.

Involuntarily she sucks in a sharp breath when she feels his digits stroke her clitoris. His cock twitches with glee at the sound. With her eyes still closed she covers her face with her hands. 'I. Will. Not. Cry.' He circles her nub slowly, then slids down further and sticks two fingers in and immediately stops.

"Open your eyes" He says, voice soft yet stern.

'Oh shit. Here we go'. She slowly peeks up at him beneath her lashes.

"Bennie Bennett" His voice is deep and lascivious "You're a virgin" It isn't a question.

"That's none of your fucking business" She snarls, her cheeks gain a bit of redness.

"Oh on the contrary" He sing songs, resuming wiggling the finger inside her gently "It is definitely my fucking business".

Bonnie bites her lip at the new found discomfort between her legs. Pulling his fingers out he resumes massaging her clit. With his free hand he unzips his pants and pulls out his throbbing member. It's still coated in Elena's blood, he ignores that while he strokes himself. Bonnie hears the sound of flesh on flesh realizing at once what he was doing with himself. She doesn't know whether she should be revealed that at least he isn't making her please him.

He picks up speed, the water splashing in rhythm with his moans as he feels himself inching toward his release, he smiles as her hears Bonnie's heart rate double, she's almost there too.

When he first realized she was awake his initial reaction was to fed from her and fuck her right away. He stood in the dark watching the dazed and confused emotions flicker over her face. Right before he was about to lunge down and bite her, Bonnie's searching eyes landed on him, it only took a second for something to click. He still wants to feed from her, and plunge into her sex over and over, but he in a different way. He wants her body mind and soul 'Wait, what?'.

Bonnie can feel a pressure in her lower abdomen, she takes a deep intake of breath trying to ignore the hands of a the vile monster. His hand speeds up and she explodes seeing white. She ignores the tightness of hr throat and represses the strong urge to cry. With a load groan Damon cums just after.