Chapter Seven
"We made it" he picked her up and swung her around, his excitement levels growing. "We made it" he put her back down onto her feet and kissed her, hard. "And this time it is so much better than before as you and I, are the only two people in the whole world, again"
"Um, Damon" she said, grimacing and lifting his head he stared around them.
"This is the shake shaft" he said grabbing her arm and leading her in through the unlocked door and up to the counter and sat her down, his hands on her shoulders. "I am going to make you the best milkshake that you have ever tasted" he flew around the counter and picking up a funky blue and green apron, he tied it around himself. "The chocolate malted milkshakes here are the best in the whole world"
"When did you ever drink a milkshake" she burst out laughing at him and he leant over the counter and planted a kiss on the tip of her nose.
"When I was younger" he wiped his hand down the side of his apron, mischievously. "A lot younger"
"So how young?" she asked him playfully, leaning towards him on the counter while he mixed the chocolate ice cream, malted milk powder with two cups of whole milk.
"It was around the fifties, so a lot younger" he teased her, raising his eyebrows at her as he added in the malt and she gave him a look and he held his hand to his heart. "Ok, I was here picking up college chicks when I got back from London and just before I was captured and became an Augustine experiment, but" he pointed at her, raising his eyebrows. "I still loved the milkshakes and good old jack would always add something extra for me"
"Ah, Damon, gross" she wrinkled her nose in disgust and he started to laugh.
"Where did you hide that bottle, Jack" he spoke to himself while he rummaged underneath the counter and then with a triumphant. "Yes" he appeared again with a bottle of bourbon and a twinkle in his eye. "Old jack made me my own special shake and this is one you will never ever forget"
"Oh" Bonnie laughed, shaking her head at him and he pulled a face at her as he poured in a couple of shots of whisky.
"Bonbon" he smiled at her, starting the blender again. "I love you dearly, but that thought process you just had was gross" he poured the shakes into two tall glasses and adding whipped cream he sprinkled a few chocolate malt balls on top and slid one towards her. "Almost forgot" he popped in a straw and taking off his apron he flew around the counter to join her and sitting down on a stool he watched her take her fist sip. "Good?"
"Oh my god" she said before taking a longer sip. "I think I am dead and in heaven. Because these are way too heavenly to be real" he grinned at her, taking a long sip of his own and pulling a face that screamed 'oh my god' at her. "What can't you do?" she asked him, bumping him with her shoulder. "You are the pancake king. Now milkshakes"
"I'm also really good in bed" he said suddenly and she spat out her milkshake in shock. "Hey" he laughed as he leant over the counter and grabbed a cloth and started to wipe down the counter. "I am not that bad"
"No" she gasped, trying to get her breath back after almost choking on some that ended up in her windpipe. "It just came out of nowhere"
Damon spun her stool round to face him and wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. "So" he said, pulling back a little, his arms still wrapped around her tightly and he looked into her bright green eyes. "You think I can't cut it in bed, uh?" she shook her head and nibbled on her lip seductively. "No, uh?" she nodded and picking her up he sat her on the counter and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him towards her. "We'll see about that" he ripped off her shirt and allowed it to fall behind the counter, his mouth hitting the mound of her breast and she squealed out as he pulled her a little closer to him. "Baby, I am going to rock this prison world off its axis" Damon lifted her skirt up to her waist, his fingers hooking under the lace of her panties. "Bonnie Salvatore, I am going to" she tugged off his shirt and threw it across the room, her hands in his hair, pulling his face towards her own.
Someone started to cough and in shock he turned around and looked at him standing there. "I don't mean to be a bother" he said to them, staring at Bonnie and turning Damon stood in front of her to protect her modesty, glaring at him. "But how come you are here?"
"I was just wondering the same thing about you" Damon pulled a face of distaste. "Would you mind handing me the shirt and stop trying to peek at my wife" the guy simply stood trying to look past Damon at Bonnie sitting behind him on the counter. "Or, you know" Damon sneered at him. "I could simply tear out your eye balls and make you choke on them"
The guy bent and threw the shirt to Damon who as fast as a pouncing cobra slid it over Bonnie's head, pulling down her skirt. "Thanks" Bonnie told the new guy as Damon helped her down off the counter, his face contorting in disgust at being interrupted.
"I'm Chuck" the guy came forward and held out his hand to Damon who ignored it and he held it to Bonnie who shook it. "And you guys are?"
"Annoyed" Damon replied, sitting back down on the stool again.
Bonnie laughed lightly, shaking her head at Damon still scowling next to her with a smile. "I'm Bonnie and this is Damon"
"Well it is so good to meet you" Chuck replied, practically dancing in front of them both, trying not to look at Damon. "Welcome to my world" he whirled around on the spot in glee, throwing out his arms in welcome to them.
"Oh great" Damon mumbled to Bonnie. "We are here with a prima Donald" Bonnie bit her lip to stop herself from laughing when Chuck turned back to face them. "The thing is Donald" he smirked at the man in front of them that just wouldn't take his hints to leave.
"Chuck" Chuck corrected him.
Damon ignored him. "My wife and I want to be alone and you are kind of cramping that and killing the whole nineteen ninety four vibe for us" he made a motion with his hand for him to leave. "So would you scally on out of here and go someplace else" he finished with a hidden threat to his tone.
"Nineteen ninety four" Chuck shook his head. "I don't know what drugs you two have been smoking, but this is nineteen fifty seven"
Damon and Bonnie both looked at each other in shook. "No" he said as he grabbed her hand and leapt off the counter and pulled her back outside onto the sidewalk, still shaking his head. "No, no, no"
"Damon" Bonnie said, holding onto his hand tightly. "Where did you get that ascendant?"
Damon turned and pulled a face and bit his lip. "I stole it from the Gemini's when I went searching for a way to bring you back" he let her hand go and started pacing back and forth. "I figured that it looked the same and so it would have been the same damn key"
"I have never been to Mystic falls in the fifties before" she told him with a fond tone, trying to calm him down.
"I have and I hated it" he took her hand, walking down the street.
"Where are we going?" she asked him, walking by his side.
"To the boarding house" he replied, his face stony but his tone soft and warm. "We need to figure out our next move and find out why Donald is trapped here in the first place"
"It is Chuck" Chuck suddenly said from behind them.
Damon snarled low. "Go away Donald before I Chuck you through some window"
"I am lonely" he stopped and whined behind them and Bonnie pulled Damon to a stop and he looked down at her with wide irate eyes.
"Let's just spend a few hours with him" she pleaded with him. "Have dinner?" she raised her eyebrows and he had no other choice then to give in to her.
He turned and faced Chuck. "A few hours and then you are leaving" he started walking the way they were going with Chuck following behind them like a puppy dog, annoying him further.
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"What the hell is wrong with you" Bonnie asked him after he slammed the door in Chuck's face and she opened it and allowed him inside the boarding house and looking at him she shook her head.
"Maybe I wanted to go to Mystic Falls in the nineties to spend some alone time with my wife and we land here, in an era that I hated more than others and find Donald following us around, undressing my wife with his eyes" he glared at Chuck standing next to her. "Seriously, do you want me to rip out your eyeballs with my teeth?" he stood there, still glaring. "Because you won't be the first that I have eaten the eyes out of"
"Damon" Bonnie scolded him and shaking his head he walked into the den and grabbed a bottle out of the drinks cabinet, slamming the door closed again.
"I think I will go and sit in the kitchen while you two are fighting" Chuck slowly started to walk towards the kitchen, but Damon flew and stood in front of him, his hand pushing him back a little.
"We are not fighting" Damon spoke slowly so that he could understand. "We are having a discussion and you can go and wait at your own home if you like" he walked away and headed into the kitchen, slamming down the bottle on the breakfast bar, searching for a glass. "Come on" he complained to himself, irately. "Where are the fricking glasses?"
Finding one he grabbed it and cracked it a little in his anger and threw it into the sink and grabbed another and took it back to the bottle and sat down on a stool and filled it to the brim.
"Damon" he heard Bonnie say behind him and he nodded, taking a long gulp. "I think you might be taking this too the extremes"
He nodded, still drinking his drink and slowly she sat down next to him, putting her hand on his arm. "Bon" he said, closing his eyes. "I don't want to cause you any alarm, but we need to get out of here and fast"
His words took her back a little, and she had no idea why he was acting this way. "We will need to find the ascendant first" she told him trying to soothe him with her tone.
"I don't know if I can wait that long" he got to his feet, drained his glass and headed back into the den. "You, Donald dick, where is the key to this god forsaken hell hole?"
Chuck rose slowly to his feet, shaking his head. "I have been searching for the key since I arrived here"
Growling low he turned and looked down at Bonnie standing behind him and she saw the pain in his eyes and she opened her mouth to speak to him, but he waved her off. "I'm going to take a shower before dinner" he glared at Chuck, who froze under it. "You sit and if you move then I will make you wish that whatever you did to get here got you killed" and with that he walked out of the room and flew up the stairs to his room and headed into the bathroom and scowled at his shower. "I so miss that crappy nineteen nighty four shower right about now" he stripped off and let his clothes drop onto the floor as he turned on the shower and giving it one hard thump on the side of the dial he stepped underneath the warm water, missing hot showers already.
He was washing his hair and cursing his stupidity over having the wrong key to the wrong prison world. He was angry with Chuck for being there, but most of all he was angry with himself for taking Bonnie there. Taking her to a time that had almost been the death of him.
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Bonnie sat down and handed Chuck a glass of whisky. "Are you from around here?" she asked trying to start a conversation, but he sat there frozen to the spot and nodded. "You can speak" she smiled at him. "He said not to move, not, not to speak"
Chuck relaxed a little, but he was still shifting uncomfortably under her gaze. "I live in an apartment above the shake shack now"
Bonnie nodded at him, wishing that Damon would hurry up as Chuck was starting to make her uncomfortable under his gaze. "I'm going to make a start on dinner" she got to her feet and left the room, practically running into the kitchen.
She had no idea what she was going to make. She had never been the best of cooks as her grams had always done it. But she did know how to make spaghetti. She just hoped that in nineteen fifty seven they had the right ingredients.
"Would you like a hand with that?" Chuck asked her standing behind her and making her jump and letting the fridge door slam closed she handed him everything she had in her hands.
"Can you chop those tomatoes, onions and mushrooms for me" she turned away from him when he walked away and took a deep breath, willing Damon to hurry up.
"It is a glorious day isn't it" she said to him, really hoping that he would stop looking at her boobs and meet her eye and he nodded, still looking at her breasts. "What date is it today?"
"July twenty sixth" he grinned at her as his eyes met hers for a spilt second before roaming back down to her chest again. "Nineteen fifty three to be exact" he glanced back down at what he was doing again.
Bonnie gasped and almost dropped the big pan onto the floor. "But you told us that it was nineteen fifty seven"
"Oh it would be now today in the real world" he looked up from the chopping board and she was glad that he looked her in the eye that time. "I have been here for four years"
"But in the real world it is twenty sixteen" she placed the frying pan onto the cooker top and lit it, pouring in a little oil before throwing in the onions he handed to her.
"Really" he whistled low. "So I have been here for a lot longer than I had realised then. It is that" he pointed his knife at the kitchen window. "Darn Luna eclipse day after day, can kind of crack the old nut shell" he tapped at the side of his head with the end of the knife and turning he placed it back down onto the chopping board, making his way across to Bonnie. "No wonder I am so horny"
Bonnie tried to move out of his way and side step him, but his hands hit the counter either side of her, blocking her in. "If you don't back off, I will scream the house down or burn you alive"
Chuck shook his head. "You can't use magic here" he looked into her shocked face when her magic failed to work. "Your little boy toy upstairs isn't even a vampire anymore. Magic doesn't work here because I am a witch that was sent here for being dumb enough to get caught and they made sure that they stripped away my magic to stop me from hunting down the ascendant and breaking out"
Bonnie didn't know what to do as she froze. She tried to scream out but his hand hit her mouth and he leant into the side of her neck and started sniffing at her. He pressed his body against hers so that she couldn't move, pinning her arms to her side she felt his excitement growing as it pressed into her leg.
"You are so beautiful that this is going to be the best yet for me" he looked into her eyes with a sneer, turning her sick to her stomach and she prayed Damon would hurry up. "I am going to be so gentle that you will fall in love with me" he stoked at her hair and reaching out she grabbed a hold of the pan and whacked him across the head with it and he staggered back into the breakfast bar, grabbing a hold to stop himself from falling on the floor.
"Get out of this house now before Damon comes down and kills you" she glared at him and nodding he made a run for the front door, leaving it open behind him and Bonnie ran to the door and watched him fleeing down the driveway, and closing and locking it she fell against it. "Pull yourself together girl" she said to herself, taking a few deep breaths to steady herself before heading back into the kitchen to finish dinner.
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Pulling on his pants he wiped at the mirror with his hand and stared at his reflection. He hated every second that he was there in that era. But he sure as hell wasn't going to let it ruin his time there with Bonnie. He made a vow to himself then and there that he would make it as happy and as fun as he possibly could whilst they searched for the key to get them home and get the cure. Not even Chuck was going to ruin it for them. Pulling on his shirt he felt his fangs break free, the veins in his face started to swell up and he needed something to help him to take the edge of it and turning he walked into his bedroom and sat down on the edge of his bed and tugged on his boots before heading out onto the landing and running down the stairs.
"Do you need a blood bag?" he called into the kitchen to her as he opened the cellar door and getting no reply he made his way down to the blood supply and opening the fridge he grabbed a bag and tore into it with his teeth and leaning back he drank it down in one, wiping his hand across his mouth he savoured the flavour. "I doubt Mr annoying is a vampire" he thought to himself as he grabbed a blood bag for Bonnie and made his way back up to the kitchen, already smelling the aroma of onions frying.
"I thought you would like" he stopped talking and stared down at her on her hands and knees cleaning up the onions and oil. "Everything ok in here"
She smiled up at him, nodding her head. "Yeah, everything is fine" she lied to him, struggling to keep the smile on her face. "Why wouldn't it be?"
He crouched down in front of her and took the wet cloth, handing her the blood bag and she stared down at it like she had never seen one before in her entire life. "It is a blood bag" he laughed at her expression. "You open it and you drink it" he mimicked tearing into it with his teeth before scooping up the last of the mess and lifting his arm he threw the cloth and its contents into the sink and sat down on the floor. "What is wrong, Bon?" he held onto her face with both his hands, kissing her once softly on the lips and she shook her head. "Bonnie, I know you, there is something wrong. Please tell me what that is so that I can help you"
She heard the pain and confusion in his tone and her heart started to break for him, but still she knew that she would never be able to tell him what chuck had tried to do to her whilst he was upstairs, he would never be able to forgive himself and he would only end up killing Chuck. "I am fine, honestly" she started to get to her feet but he flew up just before her and helped her up, pulling her into his arms, resting his face on the top of her head.
"Please tell me" he murmured to her, rocking them both with his swaying. "I am your husband and you can tell me anything"
"It really isn't any big deal" she pulled back a little, looking up into his face. "But I thought we weren't vampires anymore"
Damon laughed and hugged her harder. "The last time I checked we were exactly that. Why?" he asked her, looking at her again. "What made you think that?"
"Just being here" she replied, not knowing what else to say to him, but she had to keep him from finding out about Chuck. "In nineteen ninety four you weren't"
"That is because I died and was dead back then" he laughed with her now. "But I was still a vampire, just not an active vampire if you get my drift" she nodded, opening the blood bag and drank it down.
"You can feel it inside you right now, cant' you?"
Bonnie nodded, she could feel the vampire inside her with every breath she took and she had no idea why chuck would lie to her like that. Turning away from him she looked at the blind and pulled it down with magic.
"The eclipse already getting to you" he laughed as he pushed her gently down onto the stool and handed her a glass, filling it for her. "You sit there and let me make dinner" it was the least he could do; he knew that, after his behaviour when they got here, he owed her and he desperately wanted to make it up to her. "I'm going to make some pizza" he grinned at her and her face lit up.
"Yummy" she grinned back at him, finishing off her blood bag.
She loved watching him move around the kitchen, she had missed that when they left the prison world.
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Damon cut the pizza into slices before carrying it to the table and sat down. "Thank you" he smiled at her when she filled his glass for him. "I hate it here" he told her, honestly. "But I would go anywhere with you"
Bonnie bit into her pizza. "This is amazing" she said to him and he laughed.
"Try not to be too shocked" he picked up a slice and took a bite. "I can do a lot of things that you might not be aware of" he raised his eyebrows. "And thinking of those things that you do know off" he winked at her. "When are we going to finish off what we started at the shake shack before Donald, well, you know" Bonnie's smile fell from her face he frowned, biting his lip. "Something happened, didn't it" she quickly shook her head and took a bigger bite. "I know something is wrong" he put down his pizza and moved to sit next to her. "So you might as well just tell me what it is. Because you and I both know that I am not going to let it go until I find out"
Reluctantly she put down her pizza and turned to him. "You have to promise me not to over react or go off on one. You need to remain calm" he nodded at her, having no intention of remaining calm if Chuck had don't anything to her. "You have to give me your word that you won't run out of here"
He got to his feet, his face contorting with his anger. "I will kill him"
"For what?" she asked him, grabbing a hold of his hand and yanking him back down into his seat. "What are you going to kill him for, exactly?"
He shook his head. "I don't know" he spat in a half growl. "But I will kill him nether the less"
Bonnie picked up her pizza, annoying him by her inability to put his mind to rest.
"What did he do, Bon?" he asked her and she pretended not to hear him. "If you don't tell me then I am going to tear this town apart until I find him. Then I will beat it out of him. Do you want that?" he asked her, knowing that he would touch her compassionate side and turning she looked at him, shaking her head.
"What I want is for you to give me your word that you will let it go and do nothing about it" she kept eye contact with him and it was his turn for his face to fall. "If I tell you, you don't do anything"
"Ok" he nodded, just wishing she would tell him, his mind was flying away with all sorts of different scenarios.
"He tried to" she started to say and he leapt back to his face, his face clouded with anger again.
"Tried to what" he roared, already wanting to tear him apart with his bare hands.
"You gave me your word" she yanked him back down into his seat, his face crushing with his pain again. "He tried to have sex with me"
"He tried to rape you?" he asked her, his own words felt bitter in his mouth and he wanted to throw up.
"I don't think so" she replied, and he heard the truth in her tone. "I think he just came on a little too strongly and so I hit him over the head with the frying pan.
He made a move to get to his feet and she put her hand on top of his. "I am only going to be a moment" he smiled down at her, kissing her on the top of her head. "I am getting more cheese" he lied to her and she let his hand go and he flew out of the kitchen towards the front door, his anger bubbling quickly to the surface.
"Oh no, you don't" she stood in his way, her back to the door. "You are not going anywhere" he turned pleading eyes on her and she shook her head back at him. "You gave me your word, Damon"
Her anguished tone cut into his heart like a knife and nodding he leant his head against her shoulder, closing his eyes. "I would never be able to live with myself if he had hurt you while I was in the shower" he spoke fast, past the lump forming at the back of his throat.
"Nothing happened" she reassured him, lifting his head up to hers. "I am fine, see" she smiled and he smiled back at her a little through his anger and need to kill something.
"I love you so much" his voice breaking on him under the strength of his feelings for her.
"I love you too" she grinned as he kissed her and picking her up he carried her towards the stairs.
"I'm going to show you how a real man treats a lady"
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She lay there in his arms, her fingers trailing his chest. "Damon" she spoke tenderly and his heart skipped a beat. "Why don't you like it here?"
He pulled himself away from her and sat up, swinging his legs out of bed. He couldn't bring himself to utter those words that he had thought he had buried deep within him a long time ago.
"Please" she moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around him, leaning on his back. "I only want to help you"
He knew that he had no other choice but to tell her. "I will tell you" he pulled himself back onto the bed and sat back against the headboard, with her lying in his arms again and he kissed the top of her head. "It is a long story" she nodded up at him and he kissed her on the forehead. "In nineteen fifty three, I came back to Mystic Falls to try and find a way to break Katherine out of the tomb. You can imagine by then that I was growing frantic of always hitting a brick wall everywhere I turned. I was told that there was a way, but it lay back home. So I reluctantly I came back here" he pulled her in a little more to him, his arm slipping around her and he played with her hair while he talked, trying to distract himself from feeling it all over again. "I met a girl" he told her, waiting for her reaction to that and she started to laugh when she picked up on it.
"I know you have lived a long life before I was born Damon" she grinned up at him with a little chuckle. "It is ok that you have been with other girls"
He kissed her on the forehead again, his fingers caressing her bare shoulder. "Her name was Jasmine and she was home for the summer from Richmond college. It was June the eighteenth and"
"Your birthday" Bonnie interjected and he laughed a little, pulling her into him.
"Yes, but not what I was going to say" he looked at her and his heart tugged in his chest with his love for her. "And I was heading into the shake shack when I bumped into her walking out. She was so beautiful and her laugh was so infectious" he looked at his fingers drawing invisible shapes on her shoulder, while his mind was slowly starting to drift back in time. "I asked her out and she turned me down and so I kept asking her out and so in the end, reluctantly" he laughed a little, remembering it as if it were yesterday. "She agreed to a date with me and we planned on meeting at the shake shack that night. We started dating and before you knew it she was feeding me her blood to stop me from killing. And for the first time since I became a vampire, I didn't want to kill anymore and slowly she was helping me overcome that desire to kill. But then I got a lead of a witch in New York that knew how to break the seal into the tomb to free Katherine and no matter how much I loved Jasmine by now. My love for Katherine was still much too strong and so I left a note for Jasmine, telling her that I was going for the night and made plans to meet up for dinner the next evening" he stopped talking and swallowed hard. "When I got back the next day, after another failed lead" he looked into her face, his eyes filing a little with tears and her heart was breaking for him. "I found out that Jasmine had been raped and murdered and so then I spent the next four years searching for the man that I would take out every single ounce of pain that I have ever felt in my entire life that I had suffered, on. It was like searching for a corner in a round room" he closed his eyes, his arm tightening around her shoulders, afraid in case she was suddenly pulled away from him. "Then just like that" he clicked his fingers, making her jump a little with the sudden noise. "He had vanished into thin air and I kept searching for him. For four years I prayed that I would find him. I was going to show him what a real monster could do and then I was captured myself and ended up meeting Enzo"
"Did you ever find out how he disappeared?" she asked him, looking up at him from where she lay on his chest and she shook his head.
"No, after jasmine was found on July twenty sixth it all suddenly stopped" he kissed her and slid down the bed. "Goodnight baby" he wrapped his arm around her and buried his face into her neck, closing his eyes, finally telling the story had taken it all out of him and he grew sleepy.
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Waking early he looked at her sleeping next to him and kissing her on the shoulder he crept out of bed and pulling on his clothes he made his way downstairs as quietly as he could, so not to wake her. It was their first morning waking up there and he wanted to make it special. Flipping on the coffee maker he headed to the fridge for eggs and milk. He was going to recreate the breakfast from their time spent in nineteen ninety four.
Turning up the music a little he flipped the last pancake and set it down on top of the rest and took it to the table before heading out into the back garden with the shears and snipped off two ted roses, taking them back into the house he let them fall into the vase.
"Looks good" he said to himself as he put the vase at the centre of the table and stood back, listening to see if she was awake and then an idea hit him and laughing to himself he went out into the front garden and picked up the newspaper to tease her with a new crossword puzzle. The last one almost drove her crazy. "Nice day for it" he thought to himself, unfolding the paper and seeing the date. "Nineteen fifty three" he read quietly to himself, realisation hit him. "July twenty sixth" suddenly he felt sick and fell back against the wall, closing his eyes, wiling his heart to slow down to a normal pace.
He looked down at the paper again and saw the front page headlines. Rapist Charles Parker is still on the loose after another woman has been found raped and murdered. The body of Jessica Mitchell was found naked lying in the woods three miles from her home. He let the newspaper fall from his hands. He struggled to breathe around the realisation that it had been Chuck who had raped and killed Jasmine. Pulling himself together he walked down the driveway. He needed to find Chuck and he needed to find him fast, before Bonnie woke up.
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He was almost giving up hope of ever finding him again when he found himself standing outside Jasmine's parents' house. But he knew that he would search the whole world for him to rip him to shreds. Running up onto the porch he let himself into the house and taking a deep breath he looked around the front entrance and saw him standing at the foot of the stairs.
"Good morning, Damon" Chuck smiled at him as he walked slowly towards him.
"Don't good morning me, rapist" he spat at him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt, dragging him towards him. "You don't even speak to me" Damon threw him back onto the stairs and Chuck's face paled in fear. "Oh, that isn't anywhere, near, fear. Not real fear like you gave those girls" grabbing him by the neck he dragged him up the stairs kicking and screaming, trying to fight Damon to let him go. "keep on screaming Donald" Damon chuckled angrily, slowly going out of his mind at what he could have done to Bonnie and he wouldn't have been there to save her. "No one is going to hear you" stopping he leant into his face. "Not when I cut out your tongue and make you eat it, they won't" he continued dragging him up the stairs and threw him through the bedroom door. "This is her room" he walked in and motioned around the black and white room with his hand. "Look at it" he grabbed Chuck by the neck again, forcing him to look around the girl's bedroom. "This is the room of your last victim. My then girlfriend Jasmine" Damon kicked him in the face, breaking his nose and Chuck fell back against the bottom of the bed, his hand flying up to cover his face. "She had dreams" Damon closed the bedroom door and leant against it, watching his every more. "She was going to be a marine biologist. She had two younger brothers, Jamie and Jason" Damon cocked his head to the side, his whole body yearning to rip out his throat. "Did you know that?" he asked him and he got no response. "Did you?" he yelled out and Chuck shook his head. "Well she did. Can you even begin to imagine what it was like for those little boys at Nine and ten, finding out that their big sister had been murdered by a sick prick like you" Damon's face contorted in his rage and he lashed out again by kicking Chuck in the chest, and he smiled when he heard a few ribs cracking under his foot. "And then you look at my wife" he growled feral now, every ounce of his anger from his whole life being directed at this one man. "You undressed her with your eyes" Damon flew across the room, yanking him up by his hair and went to tear out his throat, but felt sickened at the thought and so he threw him across the room and hitting the wall he fell to the floor, landing in a crumpled heap. "You were going to rape and kill my wife weren't you" he felt sick again, his own words tasting like poison in his mouth. "Weren't you" he bellowed and Chuck nodded, closing his eyes and Damon looked around the room and saw the skipping rope and picking it up he grabbed Chuck by the hair and dragged him back out of the room and threw him at the wall. "If you had then I would spend the rest of my forever torturing and killing you right here"
"I would have killed her and then you" he grew a pair as Damon crouched down in front of him. "Killing her you would never do, raping her I would make sure that you wouldn't even be able to come back from death, even in your own little prison world" he punched him in the face, knocking him out.
"Welcome back to the not so real world, rapist" Damon smirked down at him as he tied the rope a little loosely around his neck and pulling him up to his feet he threw him over the banister and leaning over he watched him struggle with a smile on his face as he slowly started to choke.
"Not long now, Donald" he laughed at him trying to at claw the loose rope around his neck to free himself. "When you come back again, I'm thinking of electrocution as your next death" he laughed again. "A slow build up to the electrifying end. Then" he stood up and walked down the stairs and stood there in the hallway looking up at him with his arms folded across his chest as he leant against the wall. "You ever drowned Don? He asked him, both his face and voice serious now. "Well Jasmine did" his face became contorted in anger again. "But that you already knew. Because you" he grabbed the fire poker and stabbed into his stomach with it. "Killed her after you raped her and then tried to rape my wife, you sick twisted fuck" Damon stabbed him through the heart and watched his body stop twitching. "No one touches my wife"
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Waking she turned and found his side of the bed empty and so she went to look for him downstairs and found the table already laid out for breakfast and sitting down she smiled to herself.
"Damon" she called out and she was starting to grow worried when she got no reply, but then she thought of the fridge in the cellar and picking up her OJ she took a swig, waiting for him to come back.
The minutes started to drag on with no sign of him and she was staring to grow afraid of what he was up too. Getting to her feet she went out onto the porch and looked around and saw the newspaper lying on the floor and picking it up she saw the headline and started to read the article. "Charles Parker raped and killed his way across Virginia. Killing a total of nineteen women to date. He is currently at large and is believed to be in Mystic Falls. Oh god" she dropped the paper and started to run down the driveway, she had to get to the shake shack before Damon could find him.
Taking a corner at break neck speed she almost tripped in her stupid shoes and picking up her layered skirts that she had worn for Damon, she ran a little faster.
"Don't do anything stupid" she sent out to the world, praying that Damon wouldn't be so stupid as to kill him or worse, getting himself killed. "Damon" she begged him silently, but she knew deep down that Damon was already killing him.
Coming to standstill outside the shake shack she pushed open the door that lead to the apartment upstairs and slowly she walked up the stairs, dreading what sight was about to greet her.
"Damon" she called out into the silent room as she walked in and that was when she realised that he wasn't there and neither was Chuck and she had no idea where Damon would have taken him.
"Jasmine" she cried out loud as the thought hit her and racing to the street that Damon had told her she had lived on, she prayed that she would be able to find her house before Damon did anything that could hurt him.
"Did you even hear what I said" she heard Damon's voice loud and shrill as she ran into the street and ran for her life towards the house. "How do you want to die this time?"
"Does she even need that top" Chuck licked his lips and stared past Damon at Bonnie as she ran into the kitchen, stopping at the sight before her eyes. "It is just in the way of her goodness" he made a move to go to her, but Damon grabbed him, stopping him in his tracks as he snarled low.
"One more step and I am ending you completely. You don't look at my wife and you don't think of my wife and you never and I mean ever try to touch her again or you will be choking on your own dick, do you understand me" he glared at him, his own eyeballs bulging. "And It's not nineteen fifty seven you prick" Damon slammed Chuck into the fridge so hard that he shattered his spine and dents the front of the fridge a little. "It is nineteen fifty three"
Bonnie shook her head and sat down; waiting for Damon's anger to subside a little before she could start trying to talk some sense into him. "Nineteen fifty three" Damon slammed him into the fridge again and, his anger rising. "The day after you killed her and all those other innocent girls' he slammed him into the fridge again, breaking his neck and he let his body drop to the floor and turned back to Bonnie. "It is ok" he smiled at her and Bonnie saw that he had now completely lost it. "He will wake up soon and then I'm going to kill him again.
"I'm sorry, Damon" she got to her feet and he saw pain written in her eyes.
"For what?" He asked her just before she knocked him out with a little psychic bump on the back of his head and she caught him in her arms. "But I have to stop you from becoming more feral"
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"So it looks like that it is just you and me" Chuck was now on his feet again and staring at her before looking down at Damon lying on the floor. "Did the big bad vampire fall?" he pulled a face that made her feel sick.
"Don't you worry" she got to her feet with a small smile. "He will be back" nibbling her bottom lip she looked down at Damon, willing him to wake up and she regretted knocking him out.
Chuck clicked his tongue at her and shook his head. "Hardly in any hurry is he" he moved across the kitchen slowly, stepping over Damon's head as he kicked him. "Oops, my bad" his hand flew to his mouth with mock disdain.
"Stay away from me or I will make you regret waking up" she threw at him, taking a step backwards, fear clutching at her tightly.
"No matter what you or your big bad not so terrifying husband can think of to do to me. Here" he waved his hand around, sneering at her, undressing her with his eyes. "I will always come back. Because this is my world bitch and not you or your pathetic excuse for a vampire husband will ever take me away from it. Don't you think I have tried" he backed her into a wall, bearing down on her. "But you and he, however, can and will die"
"Recumbo" Bonnie cried out and Chuck just laughed at her, shaking his head in pity.
"Why is it that you Bennett witches have to speak to cast a spell and why is it that I can easily block your magic without even having to lift a finger" he pouted his mouth at her and she raised her hand to smack him, but he caught it and pinned both her arms high above her head. "Et non possunt loqui" he grinned into her face and she opened her mouth to call Damon, but her voice box was frozen in her throat and her eyes widened in shock. "There" he chuckled throatily. "The big bad witch has got your tongue"
"Damon wake up" she pleaded silently as she looked down at him still lying there on the kitchen floor.
"I think I'm going to skip heaven and take you straight to hell" he gazed straight into her eyes and she opened her mouth again, but still no sounds would come out. "Oh I am going to have sex with you" he told her and she shook her head, trying to fight him off. "But I won't be gentle about it"
Bonnie raised her knee and hit home and Chuck cried out and dropped to his knees crying out in pain and she made a run for it. She was wiling Damon to wake up, but first she needed to draw Chuck out of the room. She feared he would stake him while she was running.
She suddenly felt her legs giving way and falling to the floor she felt him dive on top of her, pressing her face into the hall carpet. She felt her voice box reverberating inside her throat as her screams desperately tried to escape her.
"I always win" he rolled her forcibly onto her back, straddling her. "I will always win in the end" he tore at her top, exposing her breasts. "Perky" he smiled down at them as he caressed one with the tip of his fingers.
He lowered his head to her breasts and she lashed out with her head, making contact with his forehead, bringing tears to her eyes as a massive pain flowed through her entire skull.
"You frigid slut" he threw himself down on top of her, pressing her into the floor with his full body weight. "I am going to have you whether or not you want me too" his hand covered her mouth and nose and she thought she was going to pass out. "I like you Bonnie, don't you like me" he whispered to her as he pressed himself into her a little more. "I think I am going to love killing you, pretty little witch" he pinned her arms above her head in one hand while his free hand roamed up her skirt and yanked her underwear down.
"Damon" she tried to call out to him, but still no sounds would come and she cried in silent sobs as she tried to fight him off.
"I am going to make you hurt so badly that you will pray for death to come quicker" his mouth hit hers, shoving his tongue inside and she bit him, tasting his blood flow down her throat and she started to gag. "Not very nice" he backhanded her and she felt like her cheek had just exploded and closing her eyes she willed it to be over. "I am going to make you squeal like a pig and then" she felt his whole body weight hit hers and she sucked in a deep breath as he knocked the wind out of her and opening her eyes when he didn't move she looked up into Damon's livid face, too angry to move, he was just standing there frozen to the spot covered in blood.
"Bonnie" he cried out when his initial shock subsided a little and reaching down for her he pulled her up into his arms and held her tightly to him, stroking her hair while she cried in his arms. "I'm so sorry" he pulled them both down to his knees, his own tears freely flowing down his face. "I'm so sorry" he stroked her face with his hand, his voice cracking as he spoke to her. "I would never have kept trying to kill him if I had known he would try that with you" he fell into her and she held onto him.
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"I wasn't your fault" Bonnie told him, her hands holding onto his face. "It is just who he is as a person and nothing you or I could have done any differently could have stopped him. But you did stop him and you saved me"
Damon's face crumpled under his pain, he wanted her to be angry with him, to blame him, because he was blaming himself. "It was my fault" he looked down at Chuck's head lying on the floor a few feet away and getting to his feet he crouched and picked it up by the hair. "And there might be a way to stop him from coming back" he smirked down at the head in his hand before looking at her and smiling. "We are going to go and get that cure from the island and we are going to leave behind a little gift"
She smiled at him and he took her hand and kissed her softly. "I love how your mind works when you are not raging off on a mental trip out" she giggled and he loved the sound and grabbing her he hugged her, kissing the top of her head.
"I figured that maybe without a head he will never again be able to come back" he pulled a plastic bag from under the sink and stuffed Chuck's head inside it. "But we are going to have to leave here now" taking her head he lead her out into the garage and opened the door to Jasmine's dad's station wagon. "We'll grab some supplies from the house and leave before it starts getting dark" starting the car he drove straight through the garage door.
"You had time to open it first" Bonnie said to him, shaking her head.
He turned and looked at her. "Now where would the fun be in that?"
Half an hour later Damon was putting the tent and backpacks into the back of the car. "Is that it?" he asked her when she handed him another pack with food supplies and she nodded. "We are only going for one night" he laughed as he closed the door.
"We still have to find the" she started to say before he pulled the ascendant out of his inside jacket pocket and raised his eyebrows. "I found it on little witch scum after I drowned him in the toilet"
"In the actual toilet" Bonnie couldn't help but laugh has she pictured Damon shoving Chuck's head down the toilet.
He nodded and laughed with her. "I did and it was so much fun" his face almost cracked under the grin he gave her and he shrugged.
"So once we have the cure, we head back home and then what?" she asked him as he grinned across as her.
"We move as far away from Mystic Falls as we can get and live out the rest of our human lives happy for once" he turned onto the highway and put his foot down, wanting to start that life as quickly as he could.