Bloodlust
Timeline: The Dinner Party
Parings: Bonnie/Damon, Stefan/Elena, Caroline/?
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Bonnie woke up to a cold and lonely bed. She was kind of sad that Damon hadn't stayed but she smiled. Last night had been wonderful even if they didn't have sex. She yawned as she climbed out of the huge bed and headed towards the bathroom, needing to answer nature's call.
After washing her hands, she looked into the mirror noticing a couple of deep, red marks around her neck. She gasped. Damon had given her hickeys! She made the effort to try covering the love bites with her hair but it was a wasted endeavor.
Next, she focused on her messy bed hair. She hastily ran her hand though trying to untangle it. Pleased with her appearance, she made her way to the door when she felt the all too familiar sharp pain blossom in her stomach. She bended over in pain, making sure she didn't make a sound.
The pain became too much for the witch. She cried out, gripping the edge of the counter for support. A breeze blew in her face causing the witch to look up and met concerned blue eyes looking down at her. "Damon, its noth-" Her words were cut short by another cry of pain. Damon grabbed her from the floor and worriedly laid her on the bed.
He suddenly had an idea. He disappeared and reappeared holding a glass cup filled to the rim with a dark red liquid. It smelled divine to Bonnie and she took it from his cool hands. She greedily gulped the liquid down, licking her lips in satisfaction after she drained the cup.
Damon watched her actions and felt himself get hard at the seemly innocent sight. She had missed some of the blood that had dribbled down her chin and he licked it off, looking at her with lust filled eyes. "You missed some." He said in a husky tone.
The witch felt flushed all over at the intimae comment. "It feels wrong somehow. I know I'm only craving it because of the baby but it still feels wrong."
"Bonnie, you're not used to it. Give it time. I'm just turned on by it because I am a vampire. A little blood play with a beautiful girl is one of my many turn-ons. What do you say we delve more into the sick mind of Damon Salvatore?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively followed by smirk.
The brunette shook her head fiercely. "Nope. I have an idea. Why don't you stay here while I take a shower." The witch scooted off the bed and made her way towards the bathroom. Before she opened the door, a cool hand grabbed her waist, turning her around. "Want company?" he whispered in to her ear.
She slowly removed his hands from her waist but she tiptoed to kiss him on the cheek. "Maybe later." Bonnie said as she entered the bathroom. The vampire sighed. He both hated and loved the fact that Bonnie could make him hard with just one kiss.
He heard the water running from the showerhead and decided to look for his cell phone. He needed to inform his brother about events that had occurred. When he finally found it, he dialed Stefan's number only to have it ring three times before someone actually answered.
"Morning Damon." Elena greeted the vampire.
"Hello doppelgänger. Where oh where is my charming little brother?"
Damon heard a rustle of clothes and he smiled to himself. At first, he thought he had interrupted something R rated but he quickly dismissed the thought. Nothing Elena or Stefan did was ever close to being classified as R rated.
"Damon, what's wrong?" Stefan asked, knowing Damon wouldn't call him unless something happened.
"A lot. Elijah had no intention of saving Elena. Bonnie forced Merlin to tell her. Apparently, Klaus has their daughter."
"So they were planning to kill Elena all along?"
"Yep. Turns out, Klaus is weak after the doppelgänger is killed."
Stefan ran his hands through his hair. There must be something they could do to stop this. "I heard about the werewolves. Are you okay?"
"Pfft. I had….company. Anyways I don't know about you, but Elijah needs to be taken care of and fast."
"I agree but it's not going to be easy. Elijah is crafty and has a pair of warlocks in his pocket."
"I have a crafty little dagger and a sexy little witch as well. I pretty sure we can whip something up. Besides, I'm thinking Elijah is too self-confident to depend on magic for his protection."
"Damon, he's an Original. We don't know the full extent of his powers."
The older vampire smirked at his brother's words. "Don't worry little brother. I've crossed all my 't's and dotted all of my 'i's. I don't want any surprises."
Stefan couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Wow, Damon. Am I hearing that you're actually going to careful for once?"
"Yes, Stefan what you heard is true. I've become you. I know, it's tragic for both of us." Damon saw Bonnie come out of the bathroom with a towel covering her and he salivated at the sight. "Gotta go Stefan. I have a murder to plan and a witch to devour."
Stefan heard a click and realized Damon had ended the call. Did he heard right? Bonnie was with Damon? The vampire smiled. Damon was starting to think before he acted which was a really good thing to everybody.
Damon tossed the forgotten phone onto the bed as he looked Bonnie up and down. He sped up to her, playfully tugging to the cloth. "Towels are so overrated."
"Yeah, right. Have you seen my blouse?" She smacked his hand away before he loosened it. "Blouses are overrated as well."
The green eyed witch rolled her eyes at Damon. Her phone ringed and Bonnie moved to fish it out her discarded pants pockets. "Hello?"
Caroline squealed loudly which made Bonnie move the phone away from her ears. "Bonnie! I have so much to tell you. Can we meet up at the Grille?"
"Yeah, sure. When?"
"In twenty. Thanks Bon, you're the best!"
Bonnie hung up the phone and turned to face Damon. He rolled his eyes at the caller. "Did Miss Mystic Falls have an OMG crisis?"
"No, she didn't say but she wants me to meet her."
Damon was sort of pissed off. Like usual, he wanted to spend the day with his witch. But Mystic Falls always had a crisis which prevented him from fulfilling that plan. "Will you spend the night again?"
Bonnie smiled at the question. "If you're a good boy."
"I'll make sure to behave today then."
Bonnie kissed him on the cheek but pulled away before he could tug on her towel. "I need to find my blouse, Damon."
He smiled at her before he disappeared and reappeared holding said blouse. "Do I get a treat?" His blue eyes glimmered with mischief. She grabbed her shirt out of his hands and headed towards the bathroom with her other discarded clothes. "Nope."
Damon and Bonnie walked into the Grille together. The vampire was not looking forward to hear the inane chatter that was associated with Caroline Forbes. Bonnie immediately spotted the blonde and hurried to greet her while Damon took his time walking to the booth.
Caroline smiled as Bonnie sat across form her in the booth but sighed when Damon soon followed. He draped his arm around Bonnie. Caroline glared at him. "Damon."
"Blondie."
"Care bear; tell me what the emergency is?"
"Bon, you would not believe it but Tyler kissed me last night!"
The witch's eyes widen and was about to respond when Damon interrupted her. "I've been here two minutes are you're already starting to annoy me." Damon got up and headed towards the bar but stopped when he saw Alaric drinking alone. The vampire was glad there was another male to escape the chattering of women gossiping.
Bonnie smiled as he left, turning her full attention back to Caroline. "So Tyler kissed you huh? Doesn't he know that you're still in love with Matt?"
"Yeah but Bon when we kissed, something happened. I really can't explain it. But it felt good. I got the same feeling when I kissed Matt for the first time. It's confusing!"
"Caroline, it's so obvious; you're in love with Tyler!"
Caroline's ocean blue eyes widen in shock. "Bonnie, I can't be in a love triangle with Matt and Tyler. That would make me Edward Cullen!"
"What is your deal with Twilight?"
"I don't know but enough about me, what's with you?"
"It's been complicated."
"Oh, I bet. From those hickeys on your neck, it seems you and Damon have been real busy. Did you tell him about Jeremy yet?"
Bonnie hurriedly shushed her friend on the assumption Damon was listening to their conversation. "Caroline, keep your voice down! Damon doesn't know and I don't plan on telling him. Who knows what Damon may do?"
Just then, Jeremy walked into the Grille hoping to catch Bonnie. He figured that she was a little shocked at the kiss last night. He wanted to see how Bonnie felt towards him. He spotted the witch and Caroline at a table closer to the bar. Running a nervous hand through his brown hair, the teen exhaled deeply and strolled up to the table.
"Hey, Bonnie. Caroline."
Caroline knew that it was an awkward moment between the two. The blonde vampire smiled and got up to leave, knowing this wasn't a conversation meant for her. "Bonnie, call me." The witch nodded, silently glaring at Caroline for leaving her here with Jeremy.
Jeremy watched the blonde leave then sat down in the seat she recently occupied. "About last night, Jeremy…." She started but the teen cut her off.
"Bonnie, I am really sorry. Let me make it up to you. How about you come over to my house tonight and I'll help with spells in return for my behavior."
Bonnie was momentarily speechless. She had thought he was going to confess his undying love for her or something. But this was great. He obviously was over her and it saved her a lot of trouble having to shoot him down. Besides, what harm could come from two friends practicing spells together?
"Sure, I'll see you at eight."
The teen looked really happy and she was glad that they crossed that bridge with ease. Jeremy got up and left, making Bonnie sigh. She and Caroline were both caught in between a supernatural love triangle. Hers had just been solved, she only hoped Caroline would come out of hers making the right choice.
She was about to order something from the menu when an angry Luka marched up to her table. What now? She thought as he came closer. The warlock firmly pressed his hands on the table, glaring viciously at her. "What did you do to me?"
Bonnie showed the warlock a façade of concern. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't act dumb with me Bonnie. Last thing I remember was talking to you and then nothing else. What did you do to me?"
"I didn't do anything to you. I remember hugging you and you complained about feeling dizzy and then you excused yourself to go to the bathroom but you never came out. "
Luka knew something was up and the story she just told him was unbelievable. "You know I think? I think you're lying. I think you did something to me."
The tone in which he spoke to her made her magic tingle at her fingertips, readying her to be able to defend herself. She sensed a familiar presence and turned to see Damon stroll over to her table. He put a cool hand on her shoulder, relaxing her. "Is there anything wrong Bonnie?" His voice was a playful tone but his stance clashed with his humorous manner.
"No, Luka was just leaving." She stared at the warlock, making sure he took the warning. Luka balled up his fists in anger but stomped away. He would make sure his father found out about this incident indeed.
The impulsive vampire watched the warlock angrily walked away. He waited until the threat was gone before he checked her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just a lot on my plate. I saw you taking to Alaric. What was it about?"
Damon motioned for her to scoot over in the booth to which she happily complied. He wrapped an arm around her, smirking at the red marks her had left. "Well, trouble in paradise. Alaric's jealous because Elijah is flirting with Jenna. I know, I know. Not my cup of blood but eh, to each his own."
"Why is Elijah with Jenna?"
"Historical crap. Anyways, my ingenious mind has come up with a plan that will rid us of the vampire called Elijah. I am going to throw a dinner party and invite the Original."
Bonnie immediately felt uneasy about the plan. Damon should know better that nothing ever goes the way he envisions it, especially in Mystic Falls. "I don't know about this, Damon. The dagger makes me uncomfortable. What if it backfires? I guess I have to be ready with my magic in case it goes horribly awry."
"No, no, no, no. This is one party you won't be attending."
The green eyed witch thought she didn't hear him correctly. "What do you mean, I won't be there?"
"Spend the evening with Vampire Barbie. I just don't want you near the Boarding House until after I kill Elijah. If it goes horribly wrong, I want to make sure you two are safe."
Bonnie was about to yell at him but Damon placed a cool, pale index finger on her pouty lips, shushing her. "Bonnie, I mean it. I don't want you there. It's too dangerous. If I need help, Rick's there to back me up. Come; let me drive you to the Boarding House."
Bonnie wanted to argue with him but there was no point in trying. She really wanted to be there but what he said was true, it really was too dangerous for her to be there with Elijah if it goes wrong. As he led her out to his car, Bonnie smiled at his desire to protect them both. She was worried but she knew Damon would come out unharmed.
After Damon made sure Bonnie drove home safely, he stopped to get some things before he visited his sire. When he arrived at the tomb, he noticed how decrepit she looked. He couldn't help but smile at her predicament.
He walked into the tomb with ease knowing his little witch was powerful enough to lift such a difficult spell. Damon opened the bottle full of blood and sprayed some on Katherine's hands. He watched as she sniffed the air and then licked her hands, like a man starving for food.
He tossed the bottle to her, observing her as she gulped it down, savoring the taste. When she was finished, she tossed the bottle across the tomb. "You smell like the witch."
"Thank you. Now I need answers and you are going to give them to me."
The brunette raised herself into a standing position. Katherine grimaced at herself, she hated feeling weak. "You should know me by now Damon. You don't get what you want until I get what I want."
He tossed a bag at her which she caught with ease. "Miss Katherine, I sorry I didn't have the proper time to shop."
Katherine wiped her hands on her dirtied dress and rummaged through the bag looking at the clothes he gave her. They were horrible but they would have to do until she got out of her prison. "What do you want Damon?"
"Did you know that your old friend John Gilbert is back in town?"
Katherine's eyebrows shot up. "Really, hmm guess he couldn't stay away with only one workable hand."
"Actually, he wanted to come and protect Elena, save from her Elijah and Klaus, blah, blah, blah. You know how the story goes, don't you?"
"I practically wrote it. Now, why exactly are you here?"
Damon smirked; Katherine was never one to beat around the proverbial bush. "John told me this interesting story on how to kill an Original."
"And you want to know if it's true or not?"
"Good girl and they say you're only good for you looks."
Damon's mockery made Katherine glare at the blue eyed vampire. "Funny. But I wouldn't tell you the truth. I don't want Elijah killed. He's compelled me to say in the tomb. If he dies, then I'm stuck in tomb for eternity."
"And you say that like it's a bad thing."
"Forget it Damon. Besides you can't kill Elijah. He's an Original."
Damon smiled. He finally knew more than Katherine. "Well, a dagger and a bottle of white ash say differently."
Katherine gasped as Damon finished his sentence. How could he have gotten something like that? "Damon, you can't do that! Please, I'm begging you, don't kill Elijah. I'll do anything just don't let me be holed up in here for eternity!"
Damon saw the look of terror plastered on her face. Then it meant the dagger really worked. "Do you really think of me as being that stupid? If I let you out, you'd be half way across the world in a matter of minutes. I think I will let you suffer. Sort of just desserts."
Damon turned to walk away but Katherine grabbed his arm. "Damon, please."
He shook her arm off, regarding the appendage as filthy. "So long Katherine. I've got things to do, like kill an Original."
Damon casually strolled out of tomb while Katherine slumped to the floor in defeat. There was no reconsidering with Damon once he made up his mind. Damon walked out into the sunlight, smiling. This was one dinner party he was glad to be attending.
A few hours had passed before Bonnie made her way to the Gilbert residence. When she had arrived back home, she changed clothes and took a nap. Waking up, she realized that instead of sleeping for two hours, she slept a grand total of five. She was a running a little behind but she didn't think it mattered. It wasn't like it was a date. It was just a meeting of two fiends helping the other practice her magic.
Bonnie knocked on the door, a little startled that Jeremy was quick to answer the door, like he was waiting for her. "Hey, sorry I was late."
Jeremy instantly noticed the hickeys on her neck but he didn't say anything about them. He smiled at her arrival. "No worries." He stepped aside and Bonnie walked in, surprised by the living room. The lights were dimmed and the many candles were the source of the illumination.
Bonnie groaned out loud. She was foolish to think Jeremy's feelings would go away quickly. She was uncomfortable with the mood he was trying to set. "Jeremy, I'm sorry but I have to go home."
"What? Why?" The teen asked. He really didn't think he done anything over the top.
"Jeremy, I am not in love with you. I see you as a little brother."
The teen ran a hand through his hair. "When we kissed, did you feel anything? Because I felt fireworks. Bonnie, give me a chance to show you I can protect you and your child."
"Jeremy, do you know I have been craving? I've been craving blood, Jer. Blood."
"Bonnie, just give me a chance to prove to you I can protect you just as well as Damon can. Just give me a chance."
Just then the front door flew open to reveal a livid Jonas. The elder warlock hand his hands balled up, ready to punch somebody. Jeremy automatically shielded himself in front of the witch. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked angrily.
Jonas ignored him. With a flick of his wrist, Jeremy was propelled across the room, landing a few feet away from them. The teen tried to get up but he was tied to the floor with invisible bonds. "Jeremy!" Bonnie cried as Jonas made his way towards her.
"What did he tell you?" He asked breathing heavily.
When Bonnie didn't answer, Jonas asked her again, louder. "WHAT DID HE TELL YOU?"
"He told me about your daughter. About how Klaus has her."
Jonas swallowed. She may be the Bennett heir and the Mother, but she was sticking her nose into things that wasn't meant for her. He had to rectify the situation. He placed both hands on her shoulders, grabbing them forcefully. "This is for your own good."
He started to chant and Bonnie's emerald eyes widen at the spell. She had come across it in the grimoire; he was trying to take away her powers! Bonnie started to chant as well, attempting to counteract it. The room was filed with the two voices chanting, vying for control over the other.
The witch felt her limit approaching but she still continued to pour enormous magic in her counteractive stance. The humming she was feeling was hers. It was her birthright! She let her innocence be taken away by a vampire in frenzy; she would not let her powers be taken as well!
Bonnie focused on the flame of the candles and she used that to channel more power. The flames rose higher as her chanting rose to the point where it greatly out voiced that of Jonas. With one final chant, Bonnie threw Jonas away from her and onto the floor a few feet from her.
She moved towards the defeated warlock, her small frame towering over him. "My magic is my birthright. Who are you to try to take that away from me?" Bonnie flicked her wrist, making the door open. "Leave."
The elder warlock scrambled to his feet. "You've made an enemy out of me Bonnie Bennett."
The brunette shook her head. "You're mistaken. You've made an enemy out of me."
Bonnie watched as Jonas walked out the door as quickly as he had arrived. Bonnie let out a sigh of relief, glad her magic was still humming just beneath her fingertips. Her shoulders slumped as she grabbed the edge of the couch, clutching it for dear life. She overused her powers. The last thing Bonnie heard was Jeremy calling her name before her world went black.
Jeremy felt the unseen bonds give as Jonas left the house. When he saw Bonnie sway, he swiftly got to his feet and ran to her before she hit the ground. "Bonnie!" he called but he received no answer from the witch.
Picking her up, he carried her to his room where he laid her down on the bed. She was right, he couldn't protect her. The only thing he was good for was to be a shifty decoy while she fought her own battles. What if this incident put her in a coma like it did before? He realized that their roles were switched. He had been the protected while she had assumed the role of the protector. In both cases, she risked her life because either was too stupid to go off on his own or he had no skills to protect himself with.
Watching her sleep, he grabbed his phone and called the one person he knew could help.
Damon sat around the rarely used dinner table politely chatting to his guests. He hadn't counted on two things: Jenna bringing Andie and the arrival of John Gilbert. If there was one thing Damon did best, it was thinking on his feet. John being there didn't affect his plans, merely enhanced them.
"So, Elijah, what do you think of Mystic Falls?" Damon asked the Original, trying to keep the conversation flowing for the moment.
"Well, Damon. Mystic Falls has a certain appeal to it. I've been to Salem as well and the witch folklore is very fascinating there as it is here. Do you believe in witches?"
Damon smirked. "Oh I believe in witches, as much as the next person."
Everyone at the table laughed at Damon's joke while Elijah merely smiled. Damon looked around the table seeing Andie trying to get his attention. She reminded him of Caroline, desperate and annoying. "There is no tangible proof that there were witches in Salem but I can see the appeal."
Elijah smirked at her. "Oh but according to Salem's folklore, the wave of anti-witch hysteria flowed from Salem all the way to Mystic Falls. When the accused witch was tried for her 'dark magic', she was tied to a stake and burned alive. Some say at night, you can hear their screams. Which brings me to the question: If witches weren't real, why have a witch hunt?"
Jenna and Andie smiled while John spoke up, "Is it just me or does that sound like a ghost story?"
He chuckled and Jenna glared at him, not believing he was actually trying to make fun of Elijah. Damon, however, was starting to read between the lines. Elijah was interesting in witches a little too much. "Why are you so interested in witches Elijah?" Damon asked.
"Just a healthy historian's curiosity. I tend to pay a lot of attention to folklore. Not many people realize that folklore contains a great deal of truth."
Damon's instinct told him there was a different reason why Elijah was interested in witches. He really did need to kill Elijah as soon as possible. He didn't want to jump to conclusions but whatever Elijah was planning, Bonnie was surely involved.
"Enough about witchy juju. I have a bottle of cognac I have been saving for ages. Ladies and gentlemen, would you care to join me for a glass of two in the study?"
Jenna and Andie swiftly shook their heads. Cognac was too much a man's drink. "Andie and I will help clear the table. John, since you're the uninvited guest, you might as well help too."
John scowled at Jenna but started to help nonetheless. Alaric excused himself to help as well, leaving Elijah to follow Damon into the study. The Original sat down on the brown, leather sofa watching the young vampire pour a hefty amount of the brown liquid in the crystal clear glass.
Damon handed the Original a glass and he leaned on the desk where he had hidden the already dipped dagger. First he needed information. "So tell me, why the sudden interest in witch history 101?"
Elijah calmly sipped his brandy, savoring the taste. "What year is this?"
"1805."
"Hmm, not so bad year. Napoléon was crowned King and from there France was never the same."
Damon knew he was deflecting. So he asked again. "Hmm, not interested. What I want to know is why you're so obsessed with witches?"
"Well Damon. Since we've become such good friends, I'll tell you. I am looking for the site of the witch's burial ground."
Damon nearly dropped his glass he was holding. He put two and two together and hoped he came out with four. "Let me guess. You need that as well as the doppelgänger and the heir."
"I must give you praise for coming up with that conclusion. Yes, I do need it."
"Why?"
"There is no reason that you need that information. That is something that concerns only the Bennett heir and me."
"Whatever concerns Bonnie, concerns me as well."
Elijah smirked and stood up ignoring the vampire. He glanced at the bookshelf, taking into account the numerous collections of books. "You have a very impressive collection. I think humanity has depended too much on books. Retention is not as valued today as it was a millennium ago."
While Elijah was gazing at the library, Damon skillfully grabbed the dagger. He would protect his family. He was about to plunge the dagger into his chest when Alaric's presence distracted him. He quickly hid the dagger before Elijah turned around.
Alaric, followed by Andie, made his way in to the room. "The women have just informed me that we forgotten about dessert." Andie winked at Damon, but called Elijah to her. "Elijah, as you are the featured guest, I have to properly escort you to the table."
The vampire smiled at the reporter. "It will be an honor Ms. Starr." Elijah followed Andie out of the room. Damon waited until Elijah was out of the room before he hit Alaric on the shoulder. Since Elijah could hear them, they had to communicate nonverbally.
Alaric grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a message to Damon. He read it and his eyebrows shot up. He would've died if he had used the dagger. He crumbled up the note and tossed it into the fire, destroying the evidence. His so called strategy had just gone out the window. The vampire angrily stomped back into the dining room, glaring at John all the while as he sat down. The sneaky bastard knew the dagger would've killed him, that's why he gave it to him in the first place. Oh he definitely would deal with John later.
"Elijah, I have to show you something. I think it you help you greatly. Rick, could you get the notebook out of my purse?" Andie asked Alaric as soon as he walked in. He sighed but went to get it nonetheless. Andie watched him rummage through her purse, having trouble finding the notebook. She stood up, leaving the table. "It's oaky, Rick. I'll get it."
They watched as the brunette walked in the study. The raven haired vampire turned towards Elijah. "Hey are you aware that John is Elena's uncle/slash father?"
"I am already aware of that."
"So you know there's no need to keep him on the endangered species list. She absolutely hates him."
John narrowed his eyes at the vampire then turned to Elijah. "How exactly are you going to kill Klaus?"
The Original glanced to both men. "Listen, I allow both of you to live because of my contract to Elena. It is through my will alone that I allow the doppelgänger and the heir to peacefully live their lives. Defy my orders and I will take them both and you will never seem them or your child ever again. Do I make myself clear?"
Andie came back to the table, oblivious to the thick tension surrounding both Damon and John. "Ok Elijah, I gathered some fact about the his-" Her words were cut short when Alaric pierced the Original with the dagger from behind.
The brunette gasped in shock. Alaric had just murdered Elijah in cold blood right in front of her! Damon grabbed her and quickly compelled her. "You never saw that, okay? You will forget you saw Alaric killing Elijah."
The brunette replied hypnotically. "I never saw that. I will forget Alaric killed Elijah."
Damon was glad she wasn't on vervain. He and John both looked at the hunter with surprise. Everybody watched as Elijah turned grey, then slumped in his seat. The Original was dead, dead. Rick pulled the dagger out and dropped it on the table next to Damon. "How did you kill him?"
"The dagger kills only vampires who use it. Humans are an exception to the rule. Now, get him out of here before Jenna comes back. I don't want her to see this."
John took this time to make a silent exit. He had done his part, now he just had to sit back and watch everything play out.
Damon grabbed the body and slung it over his shoulder before speeding down to the dungeon. He carelessly dumped the body and closed the door. He sighed, it was finally done. Elijah was in no position to take Bonnie away. He leaned against the door, closing his eyes.
After explaining to Jenna that Elijah had left due to an emergency, Alaric had gone down to the basement. He saw Damon and was tempted to stake the vampire. "What the hell where you thinking?"
Damon opened his eyes and turned to the vampire hunter. "I was trying to save everyone. If you haven't noticed, it's turned into survival of the fittest. I was going to kill him before he killed me."
"You planned this from the very beginning. I took the shot because I had an opening not because I planned it. Jenna and Andie were in the house. Did you think about them too? If anything had happened to Jenna, I don't know what I would've done."
Damon was going to walk away but Alaric grabbed his arm. "I'm your friend Damon. If you're going to do something like this, at least have the courteous to tell me. No more lying okay?"
Damon rolled his eyes but he budged nonetheless. "Fine. Good shot by the way."
Tyler arrived at the Forbes residence and knocked on the door. He heard approaching footsteps and smiled as Caroline opened the door. "Hey."
"Hey. What are you doing here?"
"I was just in the neighborhood and thought I should drop by." The werewolf mentally chastised himself. That was a crappy line. He could've come up with something way better.
"Yeah because you live so close."
He smiled at her calling his bluff. "Okay, you got me. I just wanted to see you."
The blonde smiled but stopped herself. This is not how she wanted things to play out. She didn't want to be Edward Cullen /Bella Swan of this triangle. "Tyler, listen. Last night shouldn't have happen. Yes, it's true, I do have feelings for you but I also have feelings for Matt. I need to sort them out before I make any type of decision. Please just give me time."
Tyler nodded. He understood what she was going through and he being here was not making it easier for her. "I understand."
He leaned in and chastely kissed her on her cheek, noting the skin was cooler than his own. She blushed at the hot breath dancing across her cheek. He pulled back slowly and watched as she turned to go back into the house.
From her reaction towards his affection, Tyler had no doubt the flaxen haired vampire would choose him. There was no way she would choose Matt. He couldn't understand the things she was going through. Least he was in the same boat. He could protect her and that was all that mattered.
Damon, with the help of Stefan, chucked Elijah's body in the basement for the second time that night. The vampire had learned that in order for Elijah to stay dead, the dagger had to remain in the heart. Lacking that important piece of information, Damon had returned to find Elijah missing. Cursing himself, he grabbed the dagger and ash and sped over to the Gilbert Lake house where Elena used to kill Elijah.
Elena had come down to the basement. Killing Elijah had made her see a new perspective on her survival. "Now that Elijah's out of the picture, I've have a negotiation of my own. If you want me to fight, I'll fight. But we have to do things my way. Cool?"
Damon and Stefan nodded. Damon waited until Elena left before he turned to his brother. "So, what did you do to make her change her mind?"
"Oh I told her about when we first became vampires. How someone changed my life."
Damon rolled his eyes. "Lexi."
"You remember her right?" Stefan asked with a hint of longing and malice. Damon knew he was never going to forgive him for killing his one true friend, his mentor.
Damon was going to apologize but Stefan's phone rang. He frowned at the number but answered it nonetheless.
"Jeremy? What's wrong?"
Damon's interest piqued. Why would Jeremy call Stefan? Entranced, Damon listened to the conversation.
"Stefan, I need you to come over here. Something happened and I have no idea how to fix it."
"Where are you?"
"Home."
"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes."
Stefan hung up the phone and cast a confused look towards Damon. "You willing to tag along?"
"I guess. Anything to pass the time until Bonnie comes over."
Stefan wanted to ask but thought better of it. If he asked, all he would get in return was static.
Five minutes later, Damon and Stefan arrived at the Gilbert residence. Stefan politely knocked while Damon rolled his eyes at the action. "Seriously? For shame, little brother. I don't even know who you are anymore."
Stefan merely ignored Damon and waited until the door opened. Jeremy looked disheveled and worried. He noticed Stefan had brought Damon. Any other time he would've made snide comments to the vampire but the situation was different.
"Jeremy, what's wrong?"
He said nothing but led them up the stairs to his room. He opened the door to reveal a sleeping Bonnie. Damon immediately rushed to her side, trying to wake her up. "Bonnie? Bonnie!" When he received no response, his fangs lengthened and Jeremy found himself pinned up against the wall by a vamped out Damon.
"What the fuck did you do to her?" He snarled.
The teen should've been frightened but since he had on the ring, he wasn't. "Get off of me Damon."
Stefan grabbed Damon and pulled him off the teen. "Damon, stop! Think about Bonnie. Take care of Bonnie first."
Since Stefan was drinking human blood again, he matched Damon in strength. The two watched as Damon's fangs retracted and his eyes returned to their normal icy blue color. Damon shrugged off Stefan and carefully picked up his witch and walked out of the room.
Stefan let out a breath, glad Damon didn't kill Jeremy again. He would never hear the end of it from Elena when she found out. "What happened?"
"Jonas. He found out what we did to Luka and he tried to punish Bonnie for it. She overpowered him but it was too much for her."
Stefan had forgotten about the Martins. Would they demand retribution when they find out Elijah was dead? He needed to nip them in in the bud before things got out of hand. "Jeremy, take this from me telling you as a friend and comrade. For now, stay clear of Bonnie. Please."
Jeremy nodded. It was obvious he couldn't protect Bonnie. Stefan smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. He walked out of the house and sped back to the Boarding House. He was not looking forward to brother's rant.
Once Damon returned home, he laid the witch on his bed. He bit into his wrist and forced it into Bonnie's mouth. She latched onto it immediately and he sighed. They were hungry and weak, meaning she did a spell that was exceeded her limit. When he felt she had enough, he removed his wrist. Her eyes opened, revealing the emerald orbs he had grown fond of.
"Damon?" She said, her strength returning to her.
"Damn it Bonnie! I don't like that you scare the shit out of me. What made you use your powers like that for anyways?"
"Jonas tried to take my magic. I couldn't let him do that, Damon. It's my magic. I went through that once, I wasn't going to go through that again."
Damon guiltily whispered an apology against her cheek. He then kissed her on the lips with fervor, glad she was safe. She blushed and deeply returned the kiss. The vampire ran his hands through her hair, glad she had curled it once more. He suddenly moved away, breaking their embrace. "Let me stop myself before we go any further."
To his surprise, Bonnie took off her jacket and shirt, exposing her bra to him. "Are you sure?" he asked.
The young witch kissed him, giving him a clear answer. He hastily took off his shirt, followed by his shoes , pants and boxers, leaving him bare to her once more. She nervously unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them off slowly. He salivated at the sight of her in nothing but her dark blue panties and bra. She self-consciously tried to hide her body away from him but she stopped her. "You have an amazing body, Bonnie. I want to taste every inch of it."
That sentence alone made Bonnie hot all over. The musky sent of her arousal made his manhood harden. It was very hard to keep him from ravishing her right then and there. He wanted to erase the horrific experience by showing her a better, pleasurable one. Slowly, he lowered his body onto hers and he gradually removed the last barrier between them, giving him a clear view of her enticing core. With sinful lips, he left a trail of kisses down her body, starting from her lips and making his way down to the apex of her thighs.
The witch moaned at the new sensations she was feeling. It was like nothing she ever felt before. Damon's tongue made her feel like she was floating, soaring higher and higher until she saw multicolored stars. Damon lapped up all traces of her essence. He looked up at her and she almost had a heart attack at the sight of him licking his lips in satisfaction. He moved up and kissed her on the lips, giving her a taste of herself.
The bra she had on quickly disappeared as maneuvering himself between her legs. Bonnie closed her eyes but he grabbed her chin, gently forcing her to look at him. "Bonnie, I want you to look at me. I promise I won't hurt you. Trust me."
And Bonnie did, giving herself to him freely. It was not just sex to them. He realized that it took all of her being to trust him. She gave to him the very essence of her soul which he gladly accepted. He made sure she reached her peak before he came.
After finished their lovemaking, Damon nuzzled her neck, reveling in the unique scent that was Bonnie. She had fallen asleep, unable to stay awake. A knock on his bedroom door prevented him from going to sleep. Grabbing the discarded boxers, he hastily shoved them on before gently opening the door.
Elena stood there at his door wearing nothing but a short robe. Her hair was wet, damp from the obvious shower. "Elena, what wrong?"
She chuckled darkly, amused by the situation. "Oh, Damon. Guess again."
His eyes widen at the impossible. "Katherine?"
"In the flesh."
A/N: Not great with smut scenes, I apologize. Sorry again about the lack of. ahhh, what an action-packed chapter! …..I'm speechless! I can't think of anything to say! As always want to hear everyone's thoughts. Reviews are like Bamon cuddling. SOOOOOO CUTE!
Bamon forever, Infrena