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THIS IS A DARK ( I REPEAT) DARK STORY. If you cannot handle that please do not read.
There will be more rape and violence in upcoming chapters. This story contains no 'fluff' or 'lovey dovey' endings! You have been warned (again).

I do not own TVD, just the plot.

-Thank you.

Caroline dials Damon's number again while the two drive off.*Berr-Ringggg* What the hell are you doing Damon? Caroline asks herself as she hears *Berr-Ringggg* again.

He stands against the wall in the guest room as he observes her. The oh-so stubborn Bonnie. He breaths in deeply, inhaling her scent. Oh God, she smells so sensuous it physically hurts him. He had enjoyed their moment in the bathroom. He had knew she lacked experience in the romance department, but he had no clue how deep her inexperience ran. A virgin. Bonnie stirs in her sleep, shifting the sheet slightly off her oblivious form causing the blanket to reveal half of her naked chest. Damon suppresses a growl at the sight. mine.

It had taken all his might to rub her rather than taking her in the tub. Even now it takes all his will power for him not to pounce on top of the unaware witch, and sink himself into her. His black eyes burn as he watches her. He feels his phone vibrates once again in his jeans. He takes it out to see - to no surprise, but annoyance - that it was Barbie calling, yet again. 'Oh fuck off' he thinks before slipping his phone back in his pocket.

After Damon had finished bathing Bonnie he had picked her up and thrown her in the guest bathroom that connects to his bathroom. A huge smile graced his features as he locked her in from the outside. She had pounded on the door screaming obscenities while demanding to see Elena. He had listened to her from the bathroom tub relaxing into the bubbly hot water.

After throwing every item within her reach Bonnie searched though all the empty drawers, searching for any clothes, but there were none.

"Blood sucking bastard!" She exclaimed before falling to her knees. She clutched herself in a makeshift hug before she screamed in frustration. I will not cry, she told herself yet again, I can't. She ended up ripping off the sheet from the bed and using it to cover her naked torso. Eventually she fell asleep, ignoring the comfy bed, and using the hard ground instead.

Damon stayed in the tub for a bit listening to her steady breathing before getting out. He got dressed in his own room, and went downstairs to deal with Elena. She had cleaned the puke up, but the smell of it still lingered in the air, accompanied with the smell of blood and musk.

He walked into the cellar taken aback to see Elena sitting up on the cot, her knees were drawn up together while her hands were wrapped around them.

"Look who's up" he mocked her.

She didn't respond right away, instead she lifted her head and looked at him. Her eyes were red rimmed, and dried tears were visible on her cheeks along with the ruined mascara.

"What's wrong with you Damon?" She asked softly, her voice raspy from the sobbing.

He beamed at her "Nothing Elena, I'm a vampire, this is what vampires do... We take what we want and we don't give a damn".

She shook her head violently, her sore eyes welled up again. "No" she whispered. " something is wrong."

"I just fucked you, and had an amazing moment with Bonnie, I would say that everything is going quite well for me."

"Don't hurt her" Elena's voice grew louder with a distressed tone at the mention of her friend "please".

"Did you know Bonnie is a virgin?" Damon already knew the answer, but he had known that the question would devastate Elena.

"Damon..." Elena pleaded, trying her best to reach out to any shred of humanity she could find left in the monster before her.

"Oh don't worry, she still is" Damon smirked at her with cold black eyes "for now anyway".

Elena began to shake. She could feel tears streaming down her cheeks yet again. "I'll do anything you want. Just, I'm begging you please, please don't hurt Bonnie". It killed her to say that, but she would do anything to protect her friend from the pain she had suffered. Even if that meant she would have to suffer again.

Damon snorted at her words, and walked toward her while Elena shrank back. He continued forward until he was inches away from the cot she was on. "I'll take what I want, from whomever I want, when I want to."

Damon lurched forward and yanked Elena's face. Elena gasped in surprise but didn't move any part of her tired and abused body. "You will walk upstairs and shower. You will not leave this house or seek Bonnie. After you are done showering you will return to the cellar, do you understand". Damon compelled Elena.

"Yes" She responded before she complied with his orders without hesitation.

While Elena was upstairs he used his vampire speed to grab one of her outfits from Stefan's room and threw it on the cot for her. He had pondered what the best form of action would be dealing with Elena. He decided killing her now would make Bonnie unmanageable, so he opted for the obvious choice, and the funnest... Use Elena against Bonnie. It had work earlier while he had bathed Bonnie and he had no doubts it would work again.

Damon walks closer to Bonnie's still unconscious form, while he steps over the various items that lay smashed, and broken on the ground. Reaching out his hand he traces his finger tips against her right cheek. He leans down slowly, hovering himself above her by putting his hands beside her head to keep his weight off her, his face inches from hers. He feels her calm breaths against his lips. He sweeps his tongue out against his lower lip before he gently presses his mouth against hers. He begins to pull away before he feels Bonnie's arm clutch around his neck subconsciously pulling him down. His eyebrows draw together in surprise until he realization sets in 'she still sleeping'. Damon allows himself to be pulled down, and is immensely pleased when he feels Bonnie's plump lips meeting his again. He lowers himself she his body is flush against hers. He can hear her heart speed up as he pushes his tongue into her hot mouth. Bonnie moans into the kiss. Damon detaches from the kiss so he can nibble and caress the left side of her neck.

Bonnie moans again her eyes flutter, she is in limbo between the sleep world and reality. Damon continues his delicate kisses on her neck whiles he grinds his private against Bonnie's. He relishes the friction while simultaneously cursing the thin sheet between them. He begins to nuzzle his way down to her chest, eyeing her exposed bosom before latching on.

Bonnie begins rocking her hips along with Damon, He can smell her arousal. Her breathing increases before she moans again, but this time it's a name.

"Oh, Jeremy"

Damon immediately freezes and detaches from her breast with an audible 'pop'. 'Jeremy?, she has a thing for Jeremy?!' Damon feels white hot rage flushing though him 'that little fucker is dead'.

Damon returns his attention back to Bonnie neck. He fondles it gently before he sinks his fangs roughly into her smooth, delicate skin. Bonnie eyes fly open with a shrill shriek. Instantly the events of last night rush to the front her mind. She begins to thrash around trying to distance herself from the siring pain.

Damon continues to fed while he grabs her arms and pins them to the floor.

"Get off" She shouts, while she continues to struggle free.

He pulls away, her blood dripping from his chin. He glares at her, his mouth stretching wide into a cruel grin. "Good morning, Witchiepoo".

"Where's Elena" She inquires angrily .

Damon releases her wrists and stands up. "I left some clothes for you on the bed" He responds ignoring her question. Bonnie stares up at him, raising her head in defiance. "Stay naked if you wish, I don't mind" He states while he raises an eyebrow. He turns on his heel and leaves the room. Locking the door behind him. He begins walking downstairs hearing Bonnie banging on the door
"Let me out Damon! Damon where's Elena? Damon!" She screams.

He walks into the parlor and pours himself a glass of bourbon. His hands shaking in anger. 'How dare she think of that vile little twerp?' He downs the glass in two gulps then pours another. He has no clue why it bothers him so much, it just does. 'Why are you waiting so long to do her? Just fuck her already'! He finishes off his second glass. He wants to posses her, all of her, but he doesn't want to hurt her, not really. He feels his pocket vibrated yet again.

Without even looking at the I.D he answers his phone. "This better be good Barbie."

"Damon! " He hears Caroline's voice annoying say "Elena and Bonnie are missing"

Damon smiles at the Blondes panicked tone. "What?" He asked, fending confusion.

"We can't find them, so made we kinda made a trade with Kathrine".

"What?" He asks again, the confusion real this time

"We gave her blood for a name of a tracking Witch, Amoria Puda-something"

Damon clutches his cup in anger "Amoria Pudeator?"

"Yeah that's it" confirms Caroline.

Damon squeezes his eyes shut, Amoria is one of the best tracking witches he has met. She will have no problem finding the girls.

"Alaric and Jeremy are on their way to see if she's home-"

"Where are you?" Damon probes

"The tombs, waiting for Mat"

"I'll be right there" Damon tells her, then hangs up the phone without another word.

He cries out in rage, throwing the empty glass against the wall. He needed to figure out a plan quick, or his play time would end before it really even began.

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