* Read summery so there's no confusion please - NOT CANON

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* Some revelations here, Please enjoy lovely readers

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Bonnie awoke sometime later to find one Elder Salvatore standing at the foot of her bed watching her sleep in full vampire mode. His eyes, blood shot with black veins, his fangs ascended and her blood dripping down his mouth.

Bonnie was frightened, because he didn't appear to be done with her.

"D-Damon?" She sits up fearful of what ever he is capable of. "Hey, are you okay? What are you doing in my room?" She backs up to the head of her bed. She starts feeling on her body for a bite mark, not her neck, not her wrist. Her breast! There was blood dripping down her left breast. "Oh my gawd! Damon what did you do? DAMON!" When she looked up he looked possessed. She tried to take off of the bed but she had to keep her eyes on him or she'd miss any move he made to her.

30 minutes Ago...

Damon was headed back to the boarding house. He had calmed down and was ready to talk to Bonnie in a more level headed manner. When he got there to talk to her he found she had fallen asleep listening to Nirvana's Nevermind album. She had forgone In Utero, because her current state of mind could relate to the Nevermind album more. Either way, he walked in with every intention of talking with her about why he freaked out. Until he got the terrible idea to enter her dreams and see what she was dreaming about.

It didn't sit well with him.

Damon was plagued with visions of Bonnie and Jeremy. Not necessarily doing anything inappropriate either, but the idea that Bonnie was thinking about Jeremy made Damon beyond angry.

Bonnie laughing. Jeremy laughing. Walking to classes, holding hands.

'I love you Bons.'

'Love you too Jer.'

'Bons, I want to go study, if you know what I mean.'

'Jer, you know I can't, I have to meet Elena and everyone at the boarding house. Damon called for this meeting.'

'Screw Damon. That prick! He can go hell for All I care. I don't like you hanging around him Bons.'

'You lived with him Jer, why all of a sudden is there a problem?'

'Since I think there's too much of you and him working together.'

'Come on Jer, you know there will NEVER be anything between me and Damon. He's a homocidal, jackass. Plus he's your sisters boyfriend, my best friends boyfriend, we've come to respect one another's care for her. He and I have an understanding of respect.'

'Just so much as he realizes you are mine, and not his, and you never will be. I think he needs to hear you say it so he gets the picture that you are my girlfriend, not HIS LITTLE WITCH!'

'Jer, Damon and I are friends and that's all we'll ever be. Stop worrying about it.'

'Okay, now let's go pretend to study I'm tired of talking about Salvatore, I wanna take your clothes off of you, right now. I missed you today.' They make it to her dorm room and then Jeremy starts fondling Bonnie's breast.

Them second Damon sees Jeremy's mouth on Bonnie's left breast he steps out of the dream, and is fuming. Because even though it wasn't real, seeing it made his blood boil, at both Jeremy, and Bonnie for not defending him. No matter how unreal it all was. His emotions were invested in her dream as if it was real, as if she betrayed him with her own boyfriend. He deserts her a few hours ago at the falls, and he has the nerve to be angry with Bonnie for dreaming of her own boyfriend. What has gotten into him, why is Damon in possessive mode, of this woman whom he has not staked any claim on? This woman who makes him fear his human feelings for her? He looks at Bonnie after coming out of her dream then he looks at her beautiful braless form, and how she tortures him with her body on a daily basis. He is having a hard time controlling his demon right now, after her dream he feels betrayed by Bonnie, and wants to make Bonnie pay for it. He looks again at her braless chest, and remembers, how Jeremy put his mouth on Bonnie's left breast, and in his mind at that moment, it was his breast, and HIS WITCH! How dare Jeremy be condescending with his words to Bonnie against Damon? After he let that little prick live at the boarding house. It's not real Damon, it's not real. Fuck that. He couldn't make himself believe that right now. Her left breast, he touched it, wipe his smell off of her. That was all Damon could think of. Damon took Bonnie's left breath into his mouth and made her feel whatever she was feeling in her dream. He would finish what Jeremy started.

Damon took his jacket off and made himself comfortable in top of her, HIS WITCH! Those words kept repeating themselves in his head. HIS WITCH, BONNIE WAS HIS WITCH! Even baby Gilbert knew, and couldn't handle it. Bonnie was actively dreaming, and Damon was making her desires were met, only by him. Damon put his fingers inside of his witch, he listened to her moan, he felt her get wet, he made her want his touch. "You belong to me little witch, you are mine. I don't care about Gilbert, or anyone else for that matter, you belong to me, do you understand me Bonnie?"

Bonnie replies to him in her unconscious as if she knows he is there? "Yes." She moaned as his fingers continued working their magic inside of her.

"Yes? Yes who?" He worked his fingers harder.

"Yes Damon." She moaned out, and he just watched her beautiful face.

"Who do you belong to witch?"

"I belong to you, I'm yours."

"Say it to me, say it as if baby Gilbert was standing here, how would you tell him?"

"I'm sorry Jeremy, I belong to Damon. I'm his. IM HIS LITTLE WITCH!"

"Yes! MINE!" He says rubbing every memory out of her with each circular motion of his thumb on her.

"You will never dream about Jeremy again, little witch. You will always only, dream about me!" He said it as if he were compelling her. But he can't compel Bonnie right? She's a witch. And witches can't be compelled.

The conversation they had that day spoke volumes.

"Just wondering, I wonder if I have control over my mental state of mind when I am sleeping."

"You're a witch. You can control other people's dreams if you wanted."

"I'm no longer magical though." She says with an "oh well" sort of vibe.

"You are magical still, trust me." He says knowing he's spent the last few nights tasting her blood while she slept.

Damon was aware that a conscious Bonnie had problems with her magic, because it relied on her control over her mind which she was having troubles with, but her dream control was a different story. Her unconscious mind was still just as powerful as Bonnie with powers, and Damon being the sneaky, underhanded, calculated man he is, found a way to control HIS WITCH five nights ago when he began taking her blood, unbeknownst to her. He was able to tap into her own mind control, and use it against herself, during her unconscious state, to help control her during her conscious state. Which is why she never remembered seeing Damon in her room at night, or she thought she was dreaming. When she was in a deep enough sleep he could control her unconscious and subconscious mind. Something similar to sleep walking, only they did other things.

"I'm going to take your blood now little witch, okay?"

"Yes."

"Be a good little witch and lay there and take it!"

"I will."

"I'm going to start by taking Jeremy's stench off of you."

"Okay." Bonnie lifted her top off and exposed her bare breast to him.

Damon just about collapsed, but he took her left breast into his mouth and proceeded to erase her lasting memories of Jeremy. He took her left breast into his mouth working his wicked tongue and caressed her right breast with his hand only, using the other hand to finish what it started inside of her. She moaned his name, she sang his praises, she pulled at his hair with her hands, and all of it was driving him crazy. He didn't want to have to sink his teeth into her breast, but he needed to remove every memory of Jeremy from her thoughts, so when her pleasures became uncontrollable beneath him, he sank his teeth into her until her velvety thick blood started flowing into his mouth, down his throat and saturating his body with her hot, warm, magical blood. Damon was having a hard time controlling his demon. He wanted to take her body, he wanted to fuck her mercilessly, but even he knew that he had to maintain some boundaries with her. So he left it at blood lust for now. Which is what his hunger for her could be described as. And it was violently taking over him, every night, his thirst for her, HIS WITCH! He was becoming so hooked on her he refused to share her with anyone, dream or not; he was feeling possessive and reckless. He needed to figure out how to tame his need for her.

As Damon continued draining Bonnie of her blood and making it pleasurable for her, she began to get frenzied over his touch, and her magic stirred, and Bonnie began to get tightening in her stomach, and she was on the verge of erupting to his blood sucking touch. Bonnie's magic was trying to surface in her body and as she came, she accidentally gave Damon an aneurism. When he jumped up holding his head, yelling she started to become conscious of her actions. She sat up in her bed to see a dark shadowy figure. As the moonlight hit his face she was staring at one Elder Salvatore standing at the foot of her bed watching her sleep in full vampire mode. His eyes, blood shot with black veins, his fangs ascended and her blood dripping down his mouth.

Bonnie was frightened, because he didn't appear to be done with her.

Present moment.

"D-Damon?" She sits up fearful of what ever he is capable of. "Hey, are you okay? What are you doing in my room?" She backs up to the head of her bed. She starts feeling on her body for a bite mark, not her neck, not her wrist. Her breast! "Oh my gawd! Damon what did you do? DAMON!" When she looked up he looked possessed. She tried to take off of the bed and she had to keep her eyes on him or she'd miss any move he made to her.

"Damon, what are you doing?"

Bonnie gave herself 5 seconds to get it together, so she turned the light on and he was gone. No sight of him and she looked down and her breast was fine all of a sudden.

"What the heck is happening? I know I'm not crazy. I know what I saw, what I felt!" She exclaims to herself out loud. She looked under the bed, in the closet, the bathroom. No sign of him. But her shirt was off, that meant something right?

A confused Bonnie chalked it up to thinking it was another one of her many dreams of Damon. She felt embarrassed and now she had to go to bed all sorts of confused.

May 10, 1994 Day Thirty

Bonnie's POV

Something is weird in the air today. I can't put my finger on it, but it's almost like a dark energy. I haven't felt this yet, but it's surrounding me. I think I may be channeling some type of darkness due to my emotional state. I actually had a dream Damon attacked me. I know he wouldn't attack me, so I'm feeling guilty about that. But I did wake up shirtless last night, and it wasn't hot, I don't even know how it happened. I haven't left my room today. Damon left me at the falls last night and I am too embarrassed to face him. I don't even want to think about having a talk with him about what happened. I'm not really mad anymore about it, but just hurt, because i don't know where we went wrong yesterday or what I did wrong. I remember opening up to him about some things that had been plaguing me, and it felt great to finally get those thoughts of Jeremy out of my head. It kind of solidified me moving on, and being over him.

Last nights dream felt real again. I'm wondering if my mind is signaling something to me. These thoughts of Damon are taking over. I've been here a month with him, sans Elena. Having got to know another side of him has really made me feel better about being here with him over anyone else. Yesterday he made mention of some things in regards to me and it made me feel good about myself. It shocked me to hell to hear the words come from Damon. No one has ever said the things Damon says to me. No one has ever opened me up the way he has. I feel like a little school girl around him though. It's embarrassing. I feel as though I have this need for him. An actual need for his presence. But...I'm not ready to see him today though. I just need some time to myself. Surely he can understand it, because he needed that time last night. Hell for all I know, he may still be away. I haven't left the room since I got back. Nirvana is still playing on the CD player. Who knew CD players had a repeat button? I think I want to hear some throwback Mariah Carey today. Yea, that's it. I need a little Mariah in my life.

Damon's POV

I JUST CAN'T STOP! Bonnie is too addicting, and I can't stop. I've been asking myself all night what could be different with Bonnie and I, and Elena and I... I can't quite figure it out. I mean I see some differences, but why is my desire for Bonnie's blood turning into almost a blood lust desire? It's more than a craving, its a burning, it's a need. It's not just her blood it's her body, it's her mind. I want it all. I have to have all of her. With Elena, I have this urge to have her around. When Elena is in my presence, I have to claim her, let everyone know she's mine. With Bonnie, I can't explain it, the passion is becoming unbearable. Being away from her, feels unnatural. It feels like she is supposed to be with me, like she is a part of me. It wasn't this way in the beginning. Although there was always something about Bonnie, that drew me to her, it wasn't so magnetic. Is it her blood? Elena's blood doesn't do this? Or maybe Elena's blood does this to someone else. I don't know.

I'm battling myself while dealing with Bonnie. It's as if there is two of me wanting different things. Something inside of me, will not accept anyone other than Bonnie, not right now. And not because it's just us here, because I had desire for Elena up until five days ago when I started drinking Bonnie's blood, now I can't pull those feelings out if I tried. I can't control the vampire in me when it comes to Bonnie, he wants ever single part of her to himself, and I am battling him, because I really care for her, and if I can make an honest man out of myself for Bonnie, then I will. As long as I can keep the demon inside of me in control, I want to love her, I really do. But he wants to possess her, and claim her in her entirety. She is not the kind of woman for possessing.

Last night, I about lost control with Bonnie. I saw red and I can't explain the situation in any details. All I can say is I was divided, part of me wanted to pleasure her, part of me wanted to punish her. I almost got carried away and her magic protected her, because I got an aneurism of a lifetime. That, is the first aneurism, I can say I was grateful for. I'm not sorry for touching her, I wish I could do that again. Her body accepted me and her tight pussy hugged my fingers with complete acceptance. She juiced for me within minutes, and when I got back to my room, my fingers tasted like her, and they still do right now. She hasn't come down for breakfast, but I have enough of her to last a few hours. But I'll be seeing her again tonight. I have no choice. I need her, and I felt her need for me.

Bonnie's POV

I'm feeling a bit weird right now. Whatever this darkness is, it's making me feel the need to be near Damon. Or maybe it's not the darkness drawing me to him. Maybe there's a darkness because I'm not near him. I wish I could understand what is happening today. I can't even talk to Damon about it because of all of the weirdness that happened yesterday when he left me. I've been racking my brain about what possibly went wrong. I'm thinking that all of my talk about Jeremy made him come to some realizations about Elena. He really misses her, and I feel like a terrible friend for not being able to fix this mess. At the same time, a small selfish part of me, enjoys having him to myself. More of a reason I need to get him home to her. I think I'm just having these feelings because it's just the two of us stuck here together. Yea, that's it. I'll keep telling myself that. When he's not near me, I don't miss his smell, his sound , or his smirk. I need to continue sitting in my room. I have a lot to think about.

Damon's POV

Where the hell is she? She hasn't left her room all day. she's driving me crazy. But I'm sure she knows what she's doing to me. She tortures me everyday. Her tiny shorts, her braless breast, her lip biting, her girly giggles, her neck. I should go knock on her door, make sure she's ok. No I will just be patient with her. She deserves space after what I did to her last night. But I just want to see her face, hear her voice, make her laugh. He tunes his sound in to her and hears her say she's thirsty. He broke his vow to give her space. He took her some water and knocked on the door.

"Bonnie?"

Bonnie jumps at the knock, looking at the door and pausing a minute she speaks quietly.

"Come in."

At first Damon hesitates out of nervousness, but then he opens the door slowly. She's dressed in some denim short overalls, and a tank top and she's barefoot with the exception of socks. Her feet were cold. He knows because her feet are always cold.

"Hey you haven't been downstairs to eat. I thought I'd bring you some water and I thought maybe you'd like a BLT I used some of the left over bacon from Breakfast, since you never came down."

"Yea, I'm sorry, I just-"

"No worries you don't owe me an explanation." He smirks with understanding. "I'll go ahead and give you some space. If you need anything, just call me."

"Okay." She wanted so badly to ask him to stay and sit with her, and talk to her. Her favorite part of the day were their morning conversations. She felt thrown off and lonely today, and wanted nothing more than to have him near her. But something inside of her couldn't do it. She was being stubborn to protect her feelings. "Thanks Damon."

He wanted to ask if she was okay, but he knew he didn't have the right after he left her last night. So he smiled at her and said, "You're welcome Bonbon."

He hesitates to walk out, she hesitates to stop him, and eventually after about 15 seconds of too much hesitation they went their separate ways. Bonnie's heart broke, because she felt conflicted, feeling these strong feelings towards her best friends boyfriend. She knew the idea of loving him, made her wrong anyway, anyone could look at it. She never wanted to be that girl. So she opted to ignore her growing feelings for this frightening man. He eased his way into her heart and her mind, against her better judgement, and she had no choice but to allow him inside, because he was all she had. It made her ask herself Why she never saw him in this way sooner. Why it had to be Elena? Then why it had to ALWAYS be Elena? She was beginning to sound bitter, so she stopped questioning herself.

Damon wanted so badly to open the door and he didn't. He saw something in her eyes that wanted him to stay but he realized he really has to give her space. Especially if he was going to make entering her room an every night occurrence. Did he feel bad about entering her sub-conscious mind and controlling her? No, it was the ONLY way he could have his LITTLE WITCH right now. He would do this until he was brave enough to talk to her and tell her how he feels. However, he really had to keep the Vampire in check, before he hurt Bonnie in a regrettable way. The blood lust in his Demon was becoming unrecognizable. He had to work overtime to keep it in check.

Later that night...

Damon, dressed in just black pajama pants and no shirt waits until Bonnie's heart rate has been at rest for at least two hours. He walks over to her room, knocks quietly then waits, no sound. He opens the door and walks over to her resting body. The smell of her blood wakes up the demon inside of him, his teeth ascend and he climbs on top of her comfortably.

"Little Witch Little Witch?" He whispers in her ear. He nips at her ear until she opens her eyes.

"Hey." She smiles.

"Are you READY for me?" His blood shot eyes glaring at her in a predatorial way.

She nods her head then bites her bottom lip.

"I've been thirsting for you all day." He says sniffing her skin. "And your braless... Just like I like." He runs his teeth along her skin.

He runs his teeth along her her neck, down her clavicle, and gently over both of her breasts, gliding down her stomach, he stops and looks up at her with his blood shot eyes. "I'll let you pick the place little witch, just tell me when to stop."

She nods her head. His teeth keep trailing her skin over her womanhood, over to her hip, and as he moves towards her inner thigh she says, "Right there."

"Okay." He says with his mouth parked over her inner most thigh. "You tell me what you want. With your own mouth. Tell me who you belong to, and what you want."

He keeps breathing and hovering over her thigh and her moaning volume increases. He lets his tongue tickle her inner most thigh near her womanhood, driving her crazy. "I'm waiting little witch." He says, while his insatiable tongue keeps tickling her.

"I'm yours Damon, I belong to you! Please bite me. BITE ME NOW!" She moans out.

That's all it took. He smiled wickedly and sank his teeth viciously into her meaty thigh.

She screamed, and they both closed their eyes and got lost in desire.

A/N How about that? Is Damon a good or a bad guy? What'd you guys think?