A/N: First of all thank you all so much for the comments and love! Y'all rock my socks;) Did I just say that? I did. Oh well! Just in case you sweetie cheeks are worried about Damon after this chapter don't be. What goes around comes around and you know our Damon loves to do the coming around! Love ya, bye! ;)
All characters are owned by LJ Smith and the CW.
She chose him. She doesn't want me. It's always going to be Stefan. What a selfish, spoiled, little, fucking brat. Everything I've done over the past year to save her, to be the better man, has been for nothing. The brunette shredded my heart just like…Katherine. I mean they are family! How could I possibly think things would end differently?
After I bury my friend, turned vampire, I take country roads back to Mystic Falls and am bombarded with nothing but thoughts of the lives I plan to ruin. Everything in me wants to end her because it's the only way to deal with these feelings but my brother loves her, and I love him. I cringe when I think about my train of thought...Feelings and love? I remember a time when I was as brutal as I was beautiful and now this two year old has me reduced me to some love sick idiot you'd find on lifetime television for women. This shit ends tonight!
With my "feel switch" currently set in the off and locked position I decide to pull over and wait. It was official; someone was going to die tonight. After all death is a part of life and I'll probably be doing them a favor, I think to myself snidely.
It's late and deserted on the way back. I chose this route so no one would witness the horror I plan to instill in an unsuspecting victim. Not that I really give a shit right now because I'd just kill them too. My prey decides to stop because it looks as though I am having car issues. What is it with the people in and around this town? They are still so gullible and concerned with the welfare others. You would think that with so much death and blood they might practice a bit more caution but no.
"Hey man, do you need help?" the blood bag asks not knowing those would be his last living words.
"Yeah, I do…I'm starving" Damon says right before he dives fang first and almost rips his dinner in two.
Bonnie is driving home from the Salvatore's after helping Jeremy and Stefan with Elena. I can't believe my best friend is a vampire, can't believe Jeremy let her feed so that she could complete the transition and most of all I can't believe my freaking life. Can things slow down for two minutes so that I can catch my breath? I ask frustrated as hell. The answer to my question is sitting on the street in front of my house.
"Damon." As soon his name flows past my lips he's out of his car and at my driver side door before I can even turn off the engine. I climb out unable to see him clearly in the darkness. "Damon, I'm sorry about…" my words cease and I am immediately freaked out when a street light hits his shirt. "What did you do Damon?" I question with a calmness that contradicts the alarms going off inside me. He's covered in blood and looking every bit the predator.
"Why are you so shocked witch? I am here because you promised me something." Damon says.
I didn't know whether to run or fry his ass. "What did I promise you?" I ask thinking for a moment that he might be talking about the finger play that occurred not too long ago.
"You told me that if I ever hurt anyone you would take me down. Well, I hurt someone. Now you need to get started on whatever it is you plan to do. What I know you've always wanted to do" he said invading my space. He has me pinned to the driver side door so that I could feel the length of his body and smell the blood and alcohol on his breath. My magic reaches out and in him I feel a longing to be put out of his misery but there's something else, something stronger and it's not death.
I stand up straight and face him head on because I am not some scared little girl anymore. I'm powerful and perfect and I made a promise to myself. No one would be intimidating me into shit I didn't want to do. "Who did you hurt? What did you do?" I question with more of an edge.
"Bennett, you still talk too much! Just do it! End me, end my life and make it all fucking go away." He yells and vamps out trying to scare me.
"I can't do what you ask. There are people that care about you and I will not be the source of their pain." She was thinking about Stefan and Elena as well as herself if she was being honest. He did save her life and she felt as though she owed him a bit of leniency in return.
Bonnie is almost to her door when she feels a sharp stab of pain grip her arm. She cry's out and looks into the most beautiful blues she's ever seen. Why is she so calm and why is his aggression turning her on? Has to be side effects of he spell from hell.
"Bonnie" he sneers. "That's just it, no one cares. Now you need to stop me because if you don't I will kill again and this time I'll make it count." He lets go of my arm and I stumble a little.
"Fine Damon if that's what you want" and before he could utter another word I take him down…
Damon woke up in a daze trying to figure out what was going on. Shouldn't I be dead? He took in the dark room and the fact that he was shackled to a chair. His arms were tied behind his back and his ankles secured to its legs. He tests the binds and notices that the more he struggles, the tighter they become. He's trying to figure out why he can't break free when he feels it. Magic! Fuck, this is annoying. Not only is he bound by invisible restraints, which feels strangely erotic, but there's no way to escape unless the witch removes the spell. He decides to stop fighting and focus on the voices inside the house.
"Bonnie are you sure you want to be left alone with him? I mean what if your dad comes home early from his business trip?" Caroline asks.
"Yes. I've got this and I'll worry about my dad. Besides you need to stay with Matt and Jeremy to make sure they stay safe. Stefan is with Elena helping her adjust to her new life and he won't be able to babysit both of them so that leaves me." I can tell she wants to protest but knows I'm right. "Please Caro just let everyone know what's going on and that everything will be fine. I'll take care of Damon." I say as Caroline looks at me skeptically.
"Ok Bonnie but you call me the minute you need help." Caroline says.
"I promise I will" I say hugging my bestie and walk her to the door. After she leaves I take a moment to gather my strength and sigh...What the hell have I gotten myself in to? Bonnie climbs the steps and opens the door to the guest room. She knew the moment he regained consciousness because the spell she'd invoked to bind him shifted when he tried to break free.
"Damon, you're finally awake." I say softly as I enter the room. I turn on the lamp located on the bedside table so that I can see him clearly.
"What is this Bennett?" He asks totally pissed. He gulps when he takes in the sight of all that gorgeous brown skin hanging out of tiny, pink, boy shorts and matching tank top. She must have gotten ready for bed while he was knocked out…fuck now he was ready for bed too.
"I'm saving your life. I owe you for saving mine so I'll be babysitting you until you stop talking shit about dying and on and on" I say rolling my eyes. "When we feel that you aren't a threat to your self and others we'll let you go. Oh and you can thank Caroline later for helping me get you here, cleaning you up and stocking the refrigerator with blood" I utter in the most condescending tone.
Damon was seething. "Bonnie. Do you know what I do to little bitches that don't keep their promises? "
I gather a bit of magic on my palm and smack him with enough force to make his head jerk. "Shut. Up. Damon." I demand and notice the imprint of my hand on his cheek. I lean in so close our lips almost touch "Never use that word to describe me again."
I don't know who was more surprised by my actions him or me but I knew that it felt so fucking good. I continued watching his face until his anger slid into desire. My little act of violence cost me because I felt the "forbidden" side of my power flare and travel into places it shouldn't. I stood up, closed my eyes and let it wash over me and when I met his gaze I could see effect my dark side was having on him. Shit, I'd forgotten that I'd consumed a large amount of his blood and that we had some strange connection now. I thought he would be out of my system by now but it was obvious to both of us that he was still flowing through me. This meant he knew what I wanted and how I felt about it. The one sidedness of it all pissed me off! I decided in that moment that communication should work both ways.
I straddle his beautifully bound body and let my legs dangle over each side of my armless chair. My fists tangle into the back of his hair and I yank his head back so that I can look into those deep pool colored eyes. His fangs distend and I smile feeling as though I've won some unspoken battle.
"What are you doing Bonnie?" He asks breathlessly.
I shove my tongue into his mouth kissing him so hard that I cut myself on fangs when I try to pull back. He's shocked when I delve back in and "accidently" nick my tongue…again. When we finally come up for air he looks at me with an intensity that makes my gaze waver. His reaction to our bloody kiss will be forever etched inside me. He licks his lips and they fall open in awe. My weight shifts slightly when his body tenses under me. His head falls back and eyes close. I hear him inhale then exhale slowly on a shutter so violent it rocks me.
"Did you just" I was about to ask him if he came without me but was cut off.
Damon shook his head "Bonnie you need to GET OUT or give me more because I can't stand being this close to you and not being IN you" he says pleading.
"Damon, is this really what you want?" I ask taunting him and notice that his usually cool skin is burning up.
"Bonnie, please" he whispers and bows his head.
I 'm not sure if it was the way he said those words or the residual affects of my aggressive behavior but the dirty, dark goddess that's been simmering under my skin completely takes over. I arch my back and slide off him so that the middle part of me runs along his hardness and my chest rubs against his. When I stand up I pull my top off keeping my eyes on him. My reward is a look so filled with lust I thank God that I was one step closer to being naked.
I make quick work of ripping off his shirt and slid his jeans down perfectly tones legs. I step back to take in all his wonderfully corded perfection and my eyes widen when I see him huge, hard and waiting me. There was a fleeting thought as to whether or not I was going to be able to fit it all in but like I said, it was fleeting. I turn around so that my back is facing him and look over my shoulder with a wicked grin. My fingers hook into my boy shorts and I pull them down slowly so that he gets a full view of what's on the menu. Completely naked I turn to face him and can see his cock bobbing to the rhythm of his heartbeat. At that moment I knew play time was over and it was time to show Damon Salvatore that there was definitely something worth living for.
I straddle him again and he looks up at me as though his every fantasy has just been realized. We are staring at each other when I grab his thickness and make the agonizingly slow descent onto him. It's taking me a minute to adjust to his size when I realize that I'm torturing him. Oh hell yeah, this is awesome!
"Bonnie fuck! Your pussy…God." he cries out.
Once I'm seated firmly in his lap and filled to the brim, I kiss him deep and start to ride. Our little fuck session is eliciting moans and screams from both of us but our kiss is so deep we're swallowing each others sounds. When I pull back I notice his blood stained lips and can't suppress my smile. I love knowing that I have some part me inside him too. I start to speed up my movements making sure that every inch of his dick gets attention it deserves when it hits. An orgasm so fucking glorious in its intensity I could do nothing but scream the name of the person responsible.
I look up at Damon who's acting a little smug for someone who's still bound to my chair. He hasn't gotten off yet and is thrilled that I came before him (although that's not technically true). I return his look with a smirk of my own and start fucking him so hard there's no way he can last. I can tell from his jerky movements he's getting close but I want to push him over the edge. My lips brush against his ear and I whisper three words that will set the tone for our dirty little sessions "Come for me".
And that was the beginning Damon's undoing.