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I changed some things in this chapter. It's a flashback, BUT it switches point of view a lot. It's Bonnie's memory, BUT you have to know what happened to everyone else, otherwise nothing will make sense next chapter.
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-Anneryn
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Chapter 14:
Bonnie's POV
At first the memory came over me, like a haze. It grew clearer, and I became unaware of everything that was going on around me. I became enveloped in the memory. I feel like I'm reliving what happened last night. I know that I can't change anything that has happened. Everything in the memory feels real. I know that I have to do everything I did last night; I won't be able to control it. It will feel like I'm making the decisions now. When this is over, I'm not sure if I'll regret this, or not.
I'm back at Mystique. Merrick has me pinned to the wall, outside of the club. I can still hear the music. I realized that I could breathe. Merrick's mouth is no longer attached to mine. He's looking at me with devious, questioning eyes. I glared at him.
"Now, now Bonita. Is that any way to look at your future king?" He asked. I scoffed.
"My future king? Are you demented?" I asked him seriously. His hand ran up my thigh. I let out a hiss. This amused him. He smiled at me.
"Probably, but you will be my queen. My queen and my lover." He said. I can tell that he means what he says. His eyes are dark and determined. He doesn't know self-control, not like Damon. There is one thing that I'm sure of: I am terrified of Merrick.
"I'll never love you." I told him. Something flashed in his eyes. He pushed me back, further into the wall. I can feel the bricks rubbing against my skin.
"Not yet, but you will. You'll give in to me. I will break you." He said matter-of-factly. I shuddered. His hand kept moving. He grazed my panties with his fingers. I tried to close my legs, and push him away. His eyes tightened, and he made it so I couldn't move at all. "Touch me, Bonita." He ordered in a soft voice. I didn't move. If he doesn't want me to move, I'm not going to move. Two can play this game. He chuckled darkly. "It doesn't work like that." He said shaking his head. He looked at me, and my arms came to his back. I started to hug him to me. I glared at him with as much loathing as I could muster.
"I'm not your puppet. You can't pull my strings forever." I protested.
"I won't need to forever. Now, is good enough. Touch me like you mean it, Bonita. Make me believe, you want me." He whispered in my ear. My mind protested, but my body did exactly as he asked. He silenced my mouth. Anyone who sees us, will think that I want this. I laid my head in the groove of his neck, and gave him small kisses. I hate myself for it. I hate him for making me do it. I hate myself for not being able to stop him. I hate this. "Tell me, Bonita. Say it." He said. My mouth started to open, but I bit my tongue. My teeth clamped down, as hard as they could. I shook my head. If I can make small movements, maybe I can fight his compulsion. Even if I could, it wouldn't be soon enough. "Tell me you love me, Bonita. Whisper my name." He commanded, as he nuzzled my neck.
"I'll never love you." I told him. He pulled away smirking.
"You're stronger than I thought. You're mother was right about you." He said. He loosened his grip on me, mentally.
I felt my body come back to my control. I bit my lip, and looked up at him. He gazed down at me. I turned my attention to the dumpster. I know that I look scared. I made some of the pieces of garbage fall from the heaping pile of trash. Merrick turned his head, to find the source of the noise. I carefully untangled my legs. I push him away, and ran in the opposite direction. I made it all of 7 feet, before he grabbed me from behind.
"Clever witch, running will just make me angry. Anger will only make you miserable, and me… very satisfied. Do you understand?" He asked, gripping me from behind. He pulled my closer to him. I tried to wriggle free. His arms are too strong. Fighting is almost pointless. I can't give up. "What else can those pretty legs of yours, do? They can run. Can you keep them open?" He asked. I shuddered. The last thing I want to think about is him touching me. But, it's getting harder, because he won't stop.
"Let me go!" I spat. He laughed from behind me. I can feel the vibrations from his chest.
"Say my name, and I'll let you go." He said.
"You'll let me go? You'll let me leave" I asked in disbelief. His laughter shook my body; he's laughing so hard.
"I'll stop touching you, but you aren't leaving." He said. I growled in annoyance.
"Merrick," I said with bitterness in my voice. He let me go. I walked away from him, but he kept up. He walked beside me. He didn't let me leave the alley.
"That will do for now. Just know, that you'll be screaming my name later." He said, completely confident. I scowled at him.
He pushed me against the wall. I didn't fight him, because he didn't touch me after that. He stared me down. I didn't blink or turn my head away. He moved his gaze, and began looking me up and down. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. He smirked, but kept looking. He moved closer. I can feel his breath against my face. He looked down. Why did I have to wear this dress? I cursed myself mentally. I closed my eyes, and turned my head.
If I try anything, he'll only make things worse for me. Am I supposed to go along with this? He hasn't done anything horrible, not yet.
Damon's POV
I hate leaving Bonnie alone. But, Grace has to know. She should be safe. She's surrounded by people; I don't think that Merrick will try anything. I hope he doesn't. He would try something, too. That bastard wouldn't care. I need to find Grace. I hope she has a way to stop him. I kept running and pushing myself forward. Stefan stopped. I halted to a stop, mere paces in front of him. I looked at him questioningly.
"What is it now, baby brother?" I growled.
Stefan's POV
I looked up at Damon. I shook my head.
"We can't both go, Damon. It's suicide, leaving Bonnie unprotected. I can't shake this feeling. I have to go back." I told him. He looked at me in disbelief. I know that he wants to be with Bonnie. He'd kill himself if anything happened to her. I can't explain it. I just know that I have to go back. Something doesn't feel right. I only hope that I'm not too late. Damon nodded reluctantly. He opened his mouth to protest, but I cut him off before he could speak. "There isn't any time to argue." I told him. He nodded again.
"Take care of her." He said. I gave him a pained look.
"I hope nothing's happened. I'll get there as soon as I can." I told him. Anger flashed through his eyes. He turned and ran to Grace's house. I turned, and ran back to Mystique. Merrick, you better be ready to fight, you son of a bitch. If you pull anything, I can guarantee, nothing will end well for you.
Caroline's POV
We decided to take a break from dancing. It's nice being able to spend time with Elena without things being weird. I mean, she did break me and Matt up. But, if she hadn't, then I wouldn't have ever gotten with Stefan. I missed her. I definitely don't miss the awkward silences. Elena is off with Matt somewhere. She said something about wanting to spend time with him, and privacy. Stefan and Damon took off a bit ago.
Thinking of Damon, where's Bonnie? I've been talking with Kiren. Jeremy and Tyler have been talking… and even getting along. It's kind of scary. I don't miss the bickering. It's good that they have someone to talk to. I know that Matt has been sort of ignoring Tyler. He's been spending all of his time with Elena. And that Jeremy took Vicki leaving, kind of hard.
I noticed that Kiren is giving me a funny look.
"What?" I asked her with a smile.
"Travel to your own world?" She asked out of curiosity. I smiled, and nodded guiltily. She smiled understandingly. "What's on your mind?" She asked softly.
"Have you seen Bonnie?" I asked her. She gave me a pondering look. She looks likes she's thinking about what I had just said. Her brow furrowed.
"You know, I don't think that I've seen her in awhile." She said slowing. She gave me an alarmed look. I put a hand on her arm.
"I'm sure she's fine. She'll turn up any minute. Maybe she went to the bathroom." I tried to comfort her. She gave me a worried smile. I mirrored her face.
"What about Bonnie?" I heard Jeremy ask from behind me. I gave a little jump. He scared me. He came up from behind me, smiling. I hit his arm playfully. "What was that for?" He asked, still smiling.
"For giving me a heart attack," I said, smiling. He shrugged.
"Sorry, I wasn't trying to." He said honestly.
"Just don't do it again, and we'll be fine." I teased him. Kiren spoke up.
"Jeremy, have you seen Bonnie?" She asked him. His face dropped, and suddenly became serious. He opened his mouth slowly. He shook his head slowly.
"No, I haven't seen her in awhile." He admitted. I couldn't hide my worried face. "I'll go look for her." He said. I watched him go. If she is in trouble, what can he do? Jeremy doesn't even know what's been going on.
Jeremy's POV
I need to find Bonnie. What if he found her? We are screwed. No one knows that Elena told me and Jenna what's been going on. I walked in on her sucking face with Stefan on the couch, awhile back: when they were still together. His eyes were red, and his face was changed. I freaked out. I didn't let them know that I saw them. I started doing some research. After he left, I asked her.
She told me everything. Sometimes I wish she hadn't. But, it would get kind of impossible to hide after awhile. When Bonnie was attacked, I didn't know what actually happened. She told me right after Bonnie was attacked. At first, I couldn't believe that all of them would keep something like this from me. But, the more I thought about it, it made sense. They wanted to keep things quiet; it would be easier to hide from everyone that way.
I turned abruptly, deciding not to check the bathrooms. I ran into something solid, and was knocked backwards. I looked up and saw Tyler smirking.
"Walk much, Gilbert?" He asked.
"Sometimes, what's your excuse?" I asked him. He shrugged. He held up a bottle.
"This?" He said. I laughed, and started to walk away. "Where are you going?" He asked.
"I'm looking for Bonnie." I told him. He nodded.
"Have fun." He said. Someone grabbed my arm from behind.
"What do you want Lockwood?" I asked, slightly irritated.
"Let me know if you need any help." He said seriously. I nodded. I walked over towards the back of the club. That's weird. Why would someone barricade the club door? Would she be out there? After a few minutes of messing with the door, I finally got it open. I walked outside. What the fuck? Bonnie's against the wall, with some guy breathing down her neck. If he were looking anymore down her dress, his nose would be inside of her dress.
"What the fuck, Bonnie?" I asked. She jumped. She shot me a scared look. It's not an 'I'm-scared-I-just-got-caught-with-some-guy,' look. It's an 'I'm-scared-for-my-life,' look.
Shit, what did I just walk into? Wait, is he?... Is that Merrick?
Bonnie's POV
Jeremy just walked outside. I don't want him to be a part of this.
"Just go inside Jeremy." I told him. My voice is shaky.
"You're supposed to be with…" He started to say. I shot him a warning look, and gave him a small shake of my head. I don't want him to say Damon's name. I don't know what Merrick knows.
"Go inside, Jeremy." I said with more force this time. He nodded. I let out a small breath of relief.
"I'll go inside, if you come with me." He said simply. My heart fell through my stomach. NO DAMN IT! I'm not bringing him into this mess with me! I won't do it! Merrick smiled at Jeremy. He let go of me, and started walking toward Jeremy. I sneaked an arm around his waist.
"Don't bother with him. Stay here with me." I pleaded. I tried to make it sound casual. He turned his head, and smiled at me.
"I knew you'd come around." He said. His eyes flashed. Shit. "Bonnie, that's what they call you, right? Why don't you go and wait by the wall, for a moment?" He asked. He's masking his devious side, with smiles. I shivered. I shook my head.
"No. Leave him out of this. He doesn't know anything. He has nothing to do with this." I refused. He turned to face me. Jeremy got closer. I held a hand up to stop Jeremy. Merrick looked down at me. He smirked.
"I don't think you really understand, Bonnie. I wasn't asking you. I was telling you." He said. As soon as the words left his mouth, I was lifted up by an invisible force, and slammed into the wall.
My legs wouldn't support me. I fell to my knees, and even those gave way. I lay in the alley, unable to move. My back is in searing pain, but that isn't the reason I can't move. I tried to use my arms to push myself up, but it's no use. It feels like a brick wall is lying on top of me. I can't move. I kept trying.
Merrick's POV
I will have her. I will have Bonita. She is mine. I don't know why she insists on fighting this. But, what fun would it be, if I didn't break her first? Of course Jeremy doesn't have anything to do with this. But, that's never stopped me before. Now, Jeremy has everything to do with this. If she resisted me before, maybe she'll consider her precious friend, next time. He does look… delicious.
I started walking toward Jeremy. He looked at 'Bonnie' in shock. He tried to rush over to her, and to help her. I kept him rooted in his very spot. He needs to know that I'm in control.
"You see Jeremy, we've had a change of plans. You can't leave yet. It seems that I'll need you after all." I said. He looked at me, confused.
"Why are you doing this to her, Merrick?" He asked me. My eyebrows rose. He knows of me? Well, everyone should, but few do.
"How do you know me, boy?" I asked him.
"I'm not as clueless as you think I am." He said. I nodded.
"Word gets around." I said as an afterthought. "Sebastian!" I yelled. The insufferable blonde man came through the club door. "I'll need you to keep a close hold on Jeremy. He'll be joining us." I told him. Sebastian smiled. "Oh, Bonita, why don't you join the party?" I asked. I let go of her, with my compulsion. She pushed herself up. She stood up, but winced as she walked. I hurt her back more than I intended to. Maybe she'll remember this, next time she wishes to defy me.
Bonnie's POV
I walked over to Merrick, trying not show my pain. I couldn't stop the grimace that formed on my face. I can feel my scraped back. I don't think any serious damage was done, but it hurts like fucking hell. I walked over to Merrick, Jeremy, and the blonde jackass. I glared at Merrick, and turned my glare to the blonde douche bag. He smirked at me.
"You could've had me, when you had the chance, baby." He said arrogantly. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not your 'baby'." I made air quotes. "And I don't have anything to do with douche bags." I said snottily. If he wants to play this game, fine. I'm not going to play nicely.
"His name is Sebastian, love." Merrick told me. I looked at him.
"I don't care what his name is." I told him. He smirked.
"Good. Let's go. Sebastian you take Jeremy. I'll take Bonnie." He said. I looked worriedly at Jeremy. He gave me a reassuring look. He squeezed my hand, and Sebastian picked him up.
"You know, you aren't bad looking for a guy. If I were into that, I would probably hit on you." Sebastian told Jeremy. Jeremy paled, and lost all of the color in his face. Merrick and Sebastian laughed. Sebastian pinched Jeremy's butt. "I'm going to pick you up, sweet cheeks." Sebastian warned Jeremy. Jeremy nodded. I feel awful for bringing him into this. He should have just left me. I know he never would. If he had, he wouldn't be Jeremy Gilbert. I had to try. I was hoping that he would.
"Bonnie," Merrick said my name. I turned to face him. "How about a proper kiss, before we go?" He asked. I grimaced. His eyes flashed. I tried to resist it, I really did. I couldn't stop his compulsion. I walked up to him, and pressed my lips to his. I can feel my body quivering. "More," he mumbled against my lips. I can feel tears welling. I won't cry, not now. I felt my mouth open, and my tongue explore his mouth. My arms wrapped around his waist. I pressed myself to him. His hand went into my hair, and angled my head. He took control. I shivered. When will this be over?
He pulled away, and he let me, too. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. The wind picked up outside. I shivered. Merrick looked at me, concerned. I'm not sure why he cares. He pulled off his own jacket. He was wearing a grey leather jacket. It's nothing like Damon's. Though, I don't think that he could ever compare.
"Let me put this on you. I can't have you catching cold now, can I?" He asked. My arms moved backward, and slid his jacket on me. It smells like him. It's like he's trying to brand me with his scent. I try not to breathe it in. I miss Damon.
I hope he's alright. As much as I want him to save me, I don't want him to do anything rash, and get himself killed. I wouldn't be able to live without him. Sebastian picked up Jeremy. He looks like he is about to carry Jere over his threshold. He's carrying him bridal style, probably to make Jeremy uncomfortable. Without warning, Merrick picked me up, and held me in his arms. He mirrored Sebastian. "Hold on tight, witch. We'll be there soon enough."
Stefan's POV
I just got back to Mystique. I ran over to Caroline and Kiren.
"Where's Bonnie?!" I demanded. I didn't mean to yell, but I have no time to waste. My gut feeling hasn't left, or faded in any way. It's gotten increasingly worse. I have to find her. Caroline and Kiren looked at me worried.
"We haven't seen her in awhile. Jeremy went to look for her. But, he hasn't been back. What's wrong Stefan?" Caroline asked me. I shook my head. I turned my head and looked all around the club. My eyes searching everything in sight frantically with my vampire sight, I wouldn't miss her. She isn't here. FUCK!
I turned away, but Kiren touched my arm. She gasped. She's feeling what I've been feeling. Everything is getting darker. What's she doing to me? I… I think she's having a vision. I see Merrick with Bonnie. She looks terrified and defiant. Jeremy's with her. Wait, why is that blonde scumbag there? Unless, he was working with Merrick. They all disappeared. Kiren moved her hand from me, and slammed it to her forehead.
"Agh." She said. She looks like she's in pain. "He's… blocking… me… Mother… fucker." She said, clearly overcome with pain. She opened her eyes slowly. "We can't follow them. There's no way to know where they are. The only reason we were able to see that, is because he wanted us to. He's taunting us. He's blocking all of them. We won't be able to communicate to them." She said sounding defeated.
'Damon, you aren't going to like this.' I sent him.
Damon's POV
I got to Grace's moments ago. She was having dinner with Carlisle. I explained everything as quickly as I could. As soon as the words left my mouth, Grace fell. Carlisle caught her, before I could act. She started muttering incoherently. She stopped talking, and tried to stand up. She couldn't, at first. Carlisle helped her, and I took her arm.
"He took her." She said. Her voice broke, and her body shook with sobs. "That bastard took her and that poor boy." She said.
"What?!" I said outraged.
"Merrick, he took Bonnie." She choked.
"What boy?" I asked her.
"Jeremy, he was taken, too." She said, letting a tear trickle down her cheek. If he had any hopes for living, they are gone. If this is how the fucker wants to play, then game on. He had better hope that someone kills him, before I get to him.
Stefan's voice filled my head.
'I know, Stefan. Grace had a vision.' I sent him back.
'So did Kiren. He's blocking them, there's no way that we can find them. This is going to get ugly, Damon.' Stefan warned.
'You haven't seen ugly, baby brother.' I told him, before severing the link between us.
Tyler's POV
What are they talking about? Who took Bonnie? I walked over to Stefan, Caroline, and Kiren.
"Who took Bonnie?" I asked. They looked at me, as if trying to think of something believable to say. "I know, Stefan." I told him.
"You know what?" He asked slowly.
"Do you really want to talk about this here?" I asked him. He thought about what I said for a minute.
"Let's go back to the boarding house." He said. I nodded. We all left the club, and headed to the Salvatore Boarding House. When we all go inside, Stefan looked at me expectantly.
"You're a vampire. So is Damon. Bonnie's a witch, and so is her grandmother." I told him with a shrug. They all looked at me in disbelief. "Do you really not remember Stefan? I'm a Lockwood. What does that mean to you?" I said him. Realization finally dawned on him.
"You're not human." He said barely above a whisper. I smiled.
"You all forgot." I told him. I look at me with searching eyes. "I knew what you were the first time I met you. Why do you think I didn't like you? I could smell it off of you." I told him. "Dogs and your kind don't typically get along, do they?" I asked him. He gave me a smile. Something had to lighten the mood. Kiren's mouth formed a silent 'O'.
"We'll go make some drinks. Come on, Caroline." Kiren said. "You guys talk. Fill us in." She said. Caroline looked irritated. Stefan pulled her into a hug. He kissed her. It wasn't a long kiss, but it wasn't just a peck, either. He cares about her.
"I'll tell you everything." He promised. She nodded. She followed Kiren into the kitchen. "I didn't think the genes survived all of these years. Your father seems too… unpredictable to have gotten the genes. He has the need to be in control. I assumed it was because it skipped him." Stefan told me honestly. I nodded.
"It did. He didn't get it. His brother did. My grandfather never got the genes. My great grandfather did." I told him. Stefan looked at me more closely. His eyebrows furrowed.
Stefan's POV
"What aren't you telling me, Tyler?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said. He picked up a book off of the mantel. He fidgeted with it. Something fell from the kitchen. I heard glass break and giggling. It can't be anything serious.
"Are you okay?" Tyler and I asked in unison. He started to walk to the kitchen, but stopped and caught something midair.
"What the hell was that for?" He asked.
"You aren't allowed in here. You need to finish talking with Stefan." I heard Kiren say. I smirked.
"And this is a surprise, so stay out." Caroline added.
She'd thrown an oven mitt at him. She chucked another one at him. This time, I saw him catch it, just as it missed the top of his head. When he plucked it out of the air, his shirt rose up a bit. I can see bruises. He's wearing his jeans low. I wonder how many bruises he has. Is that why he's been so reluctant to talk about his father? When he was dancing with Kiren earlier, I thought I saw him wince, when she touched his back. Tyler and I went back into the living room. I decided to ask again, now that the girls are out of earshot, again.
"What aren't you telling me, Tyler?" He didn't say anything; he just looked down and avoided my gaze. "Is that the reason your dad is always so hard on you?" I asked him. He looked up at me in surprise. "Elena told me what your dad tried to pull between you and Jeremy." I told him. He nodded.
"Yeah, that's why. He never thought that I deserved this. He told me that the first time I changed. That's his reason for a lot of things." He told me. He closed his mouth, apparently saying more than he wanted to.
"It's happened more than once, right?" I asked him, taking a chance.
"What?" He asked me. He knows what I'm talking about. He's hoping that's he's wrong.
"Your dad, he hits you." I said. His eyes glowed a yellow gold color. I saw some of his canine side come out. He took a deep breath and nodded. He shrugged. "Why do you…?" I started to ask. He looked at me with eyes blazing.
"I don't let him do anything." He snarled. I took a step back.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to insinuate anything." I told him sincerely.
"My dear mother finds any excuse she can to leave. She's never home. Dad is rarely home. But, when he is…" Tyler said.
"You can tell me." I prodded. He looked at me. For the first time, I could see that his eyes say it all. They show everything that he's feeling. He's always hiding them. I don't know how he can keep his mask on. I can see that he's hurting. I can't even imagine his childhood.
"He stays sober, and pretends to be a father. That is, until I do something to piss him off. Then, I'm just a sorry excuse for a son. Or he gets drunk, and he starts swinging. I hold my own, but I… I won't… I won't hit him." He said, suddenly sounding very tired. I tentatively laid a hand on his shoulder. I cleared my throat.
"Tyler, you're 18, right?" I asked him softly. He nodded. "You don't have to stay there. Legally, he can't do anything to keep you there." I told him, using the same soft voice. He looked up at me confused, trying to figure out where I was getting at. "This used to be a boarding house; it's a big place. We have plenty of room. You can move in with us." I told him. I'm not going to let him go back to his psychopathic, abusive father. He nodded slowly.
"Thanks, Stefan. I haven't given you any reason to do this for me, but thank you." He said softly. I nodded. I patted his back.
"Damn it!" I heard Caroline yell from the kitchen. I can smell her blood. She must have cut herself. The aroma of her blood is filling the air. I can feel my face change. Tyler looked at me with amber eyes, and slightly pointed canines. We went to the kitchen. Kiren is bandaging Caroline's finger. I looked to the counter. She was slicing limes.
"Are you alright?" I asked her. She looked over at me, and nodded. She doesn't look repulsed. She's never seen me like this before. "Why were you cutting…?" I started to ask her. I stopped myself when I saw four open Coronas on the counter. I nodded slowly. She glanced at Tyler, and jumped a little bit.
"Tyler, your face," She said. He smirked.
"Oh, so my face freaks you out, even after seeing Stefan's face? I see how it is." He teased. I know he can smell Caroline's blood, too. "It's working." He said.
"What's working?" Caroline asked.
"The bandage, the smell of your blood isn't as strong." He said simply. He looked over at me in shock. "If I can smell Caroline's blood, why can't I track Bonnie?" He asked me.
"You can, but it might lead to a dead end." I told him.
"I'm confused. How can he track Bonnie, and you can't?" Caroline asked. Kiren chuckled.
"Because wolves have a better sense of smell than vampires, lovely." Kiren told Caroline gently.
"I'm a werewolf, Caroline." Tyler told her. Caroline squealed. Everyone looked at her puzzled.
"You're like Taylor Lautner!" Kiren laughed. He looked over at me.
"Who?" He asked me. I shrugged.
"Jacob Black, from Twilight." Caroline explained. He glared at her.
"We need to wait for Damon before we do anything. He's with Grams and Carlisle."
Bonnie's POV
I don't know where we are. It's dark. They locked me and Jeremy in this room. They didn't tie us up or anything. Something about the look on Merrick's face, tells me that he'll be back soon. He isn't done with us. We're in a bedroom of sorts. It's empty, from what I can tell, except for the very basics. There is a massive bed. It's too dark to tell if there is anything on it. There's a chair against one of the walls. There are curtains over the windows. I can't tell what color they are. There's a mirror on one of the walls beside the bed.
I sat cuddled up next to Jeremy. Our backs are to the bed, we're facing the wall with the chair against it. The door opened. A woman and a man came in. They both smiled down at us. The woman has short dark hair. There is light pouring into the room from outside the doorway, but I still can't make out what color it is. If I had to guess, I would say that it's purple. The man has light hair.
The light in the room suddenly came on. I blinked furiously, trying to make my eyes adjust faster. It's blinding. Jeremy's arm tightened around me.
"You're prettier than he said." The woman said. She does have purple hair. She vivid greens eyes in contrast. She's pretty, but she is something else. But, it's not anything that I can put my finger on. Her eyes are fierce; I can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing. All of her features are sharp. She looks more like a huntress than anything else.
The man has bleached blonde hair. It doesn't look dyed, nor does the woman's hair. His hair is almost white. He has soft blue eyes. He doesn't look as intimidating as the woman. He let his smile drop and matched my stare. I don't think he's human either. He has a way about him. The air around him is different. I don't think that anyone Merrick associates with is unattractive. It seems that he likes to surround himself with pretty people. If that's the case, he could do so much better than me. The woman looked at me curiously.
"Tsk tsk, that dress won't do. Let's put these on, love." She said. She looks younger in the light, 19 or 20 maybe. The man doesn't look any older. "You're coming over here with me, love." She said to Jeremy. He shook his head.
"No offense, but I think I'll stay here." He told her. She laughed and smiled.
"I wasn't asking, love." She said. She walked over to us. I nudged him.
"You should go." I told him. I don't want him to get hurt, not if he doesn't have to. He stayed put. The man came up to me, and squatted down.
"You might want to make this easier on your friend. It's one thing to defy us, but Merrick won't be as kind. Eventually, he hears everything." The man said. I nodded. I don't doubt that he's telling me the truth.
"Go, Jeremy. I'll be fine." I told him. The purple haired woman smirked.
"We won't be going far, love. But she can't change if she's attached to you now, can she?" She asked Jeremy. She has an accent, both of them do. It's almost British, but it's different. I can't quite put my finger on it. Jeremy got up. The purple haired woman slid an arm around him, and beamed at him. "It's been ages since we've had company over." She said wistfully. "I'm Chalice, by the by." She said. I nodded. She turned to Jeremy. "Do you want to watch? I suppose we can." She said. He looked confused.
"Watch what?" He asked. She smirked.
"Her change of course," She said. I can feel my face turning red. The blonde man tried not to smile. Jeremy looks embarrassed himself.
"No, let her have her privacy." He said softly.
"Mmm, a gentleman." She said dreamily. She led him out of the room, and winked before closing the door behind her.
"I'm Gabriel." The blonde man told me. I looked at him for a second. It suits him. He stood up, and offered me a hand. I accepted it, and let him pull me to my feet. He put some white garments on the bed. It looks like a nightgown. He picked it up, and handed it to me, gingerly. He looks reluctant. Maybe he is almost as uncomfortable as I am. "I was given the instructions that I'm supposed to change your clothes." He said softly. I looked away from him. And this night keeps getting better. "I'm really am sorry. If I could get out of it, I would." He said. I almost believe him.
"Would you?" I asked. He looked amused.
"As much as I would love to see you with your clothes off, yes. You probably don't deserve whatever he plans on doing to you." He said honestly. At least he's honest. I took a deep breath.
"What does he have over you?" I asked him.
"Why do you ask?" He asked.
"Why else would you do something you don't want to do? Unless you had to." I told him, logically. He nodded.
"It doesn't matter what he has. Just know that he does. As of now, I have to do his bidding for the time being." He said distantly. He looks like he's remembering whatever he did to get into his own mess with Merrick.
"Just do it." I told him. He nodded. I turned around. I'm not wearing a bra. His hands touched my bare back. I already took off Merrick's jacket. I took it off as soon as Jeremy and I were locked in here. He slid my dress down. His hands are soft, but rough. I hate that I have to let him do this. He used both hands to slide it down past my waist. I know he isn't trying to, but as much as I try to ignore what is happening, it feels like he's feeling me up.
I tried not to shake under his touch. It's better him, than Merrick. The dress fell to my ankles. I stepped out of it, and kicked it to the side. He pulled the nightgown over my head. He straightened it out, and let it fall to my feet.
"Bonnie, I need to change your panties. Do you understand?" He revealed. My body trembled. While he was 'changing me,' he made sure that he didn't touch anything that he shouldn't. If he does this, it's unavoidable. I nodded slowly. "I promise I'll be as quick as I can." He assured me. I nodded again.
He is still behind me. His fingers gripped my hips, and slid down my panties. I let out a sigh of relief. They fell to the floor, and I kicked them to the side, near my discarded dress. He squatted down next to me. He gently lifted up one of my feet. He set it down, and lifted the other. He slid my new undergarment up. He moved his hand as soon as he was finished. He showed me something in his hand. They're shorts. I nodded. I sat on the bed, and let him put my shorts on.
He stepped back, and leaned against the wall. He looks tired. This is probably a side of him that I'm not meant to see. Or, a side that Merrick wouldn't want me to see. I don't think that Gabriel is a bad guy. I just think that he's in a bind.
"So… what's the deal with Chalice?" I asked him. He seemed surprised by my question. He shrugged and smiled.
"She's been around a lot longer than I have. She's not anything to worry about. Not unless she needs to be." He said thoughtfully. I nodded.
"Is Jeremy safe with her?" I asked. He looks reluctant to speak.
"No one's safe here." He whispered. "But from her, like I said, she won't bring him harm unless she needs to." He said. I nodded.
"Thanks." I told him. He nodded, again. He tensed and looked at the door. He pulled me to him, and forced me to look at him.
"Act like you're resisting me. I was supposed to be cruel to you, while I helped you change." He whispered in my ear. I used both hands and pushed against him. He smirked, and drew me closer. He tilted my chin up. I nodded; I understand. He's going to kiss me. He kissed me gently. His lips are soft. He moved his lips to my ear. "Be careful, young witch." He whispered. I nodded.
He door opened and he slammed his lips to mine, and practically knocked me over with the force behind it. I struggled against him, and honestly tried to push him off. It's useless. His tongue pushed its way passed my lips. His fingers clutched my back. I cried out in pain. My back is still scraped from the brick wall Merrick threw me against. He was gentle before. I know he can't be now.
I heard chuckling from the doorway. It's Merrick. Gabriel's hand slid down my back, and cupped my butt. He used his grip there to bring me closer to him. He pulled away, and smirked at Merrick. He turned back to face me.
He mouthed, 'Forgive me,' as he kissed me one last time. I pushed him away as I gave him a slight nod. I backed up into the bed. I started to fall backwards, but put a hand on the bed to steady myself.
"You may leave, Gabriel. I have no further use of you, at the moment. Would you as Chalice to bring my dear Jeremy in here? Oh, and fetch Sebastian for me, if you at please." Merrick said. He talks down to everyone, or so I've noticed. Gabriel looks strangely calm. He left after nodding at Merrick. "So, how did you like it?" He asked. I glowered at him. He smirked. He put his hand to my face. "If you want to act like a whore, I'll treat you like one." He said softly, but coldly. I looked at him shocked. I never expected to hear those words come out of his mouth.
"I'm not a whore." I told him. Anger flashed in his eyes.
"Aren't you?" He asked.
"No," I told him. He nodded. "Than what have you been doing with that vampire? You are mine. And in case you haven't noticed, I don't share well with others." He said in a dangerous whisper. His voice sent shivers down my spine. Everything about him reeks: danger, right now. "I'm not yours. What I've done with 'that vampire' is none of your concern." I told him, fighting to keep my voice steady. The door opened and he took a step away from me. Chalice came in with Jeremy. He looks uncomfortable, but otherwise alright. His lips look swollen. She's been kissing him.
"That will be all, Chalice. Thank you." He said to her. "That's where you're wrong. I don't think you understand, pet. You are mine. Therefore, you are my concern. You just haven't realized that yet." He said.
Chalice made a show of leaving, making sure that all eyes were on her, before taking her leave. She turned around right before reaching the door, and rubbed herself against Jeremy. She smiled at him, and winked. She left and closed the door behind her. Jeremy looks sick. Merrick looked at Jeremy and pushed me onto the bed. He was on the bed, next to me before I could blink. He laid my head on one of the pillows, and caressed my cheek. It is official: he is the most bipolar I have ever met in my life. His mood swings make him even more unpredictable. I don't understand anything about him, or his constant need for dominance.
His eyes flashed. Oh God, what is he doing now? I felt something clamp around both of my wrists. I tried to move my arms, but found them pinned to the bed with chains.
"Come here, boy." Merrick called for Jeremy. He walked over to us, on the opposite side of the bed. Merrick looked over at him, and compelled him to lie down. He took Jeremy's voice. He's trying to speak, but it's like he's on mute. His lips are moving, but nothing is coming out. Chains shot around Jeremy's wrists, and feet. He can't move at all. My legs are still free. I really hope that he did that on accident, and there isn't a deeper meaning for it. Merrick leaned down to kiss me. He kissed me roughly, and used his hands against my side savagely. "You want to tell me the truth yet, Bonita?" He asked.
"It's none of your fucking business." I snarled, breathless. He smirked.
"I thought I made it clear that it is my business." He said. He looked over at Jeremy. He looked at me. His eyes bore into mine. "I want you to remember that night. I can smell him all over you. I want to see the night that he made you his." He said, his voice dripping with venom. I shook my head.
"No," I said frantically.
"You need to remember, Bonita. It's going to be nothing compared to the night that I make you mine." He said. He touched two fingers to my temple, and I couldn't stop the memory from coming. "Make sure you remember everything, Bonita. Jeremy and I don't want to miss anything." He said. What? He and Jeremy can see this? "We can see everything you can, Bonita. Let it take control. I don't suppose you have much of a choice." I turned to look at Jeremy. He looks pained. I know he can see the beginning, even though he is trying his damnedest not to. Haze filled my vision, and I'm reliving the memory.
I'm in my room. Damon is with me. We're talking. I told Damon that I wanted him. I wanted him to make me his. I wanted him to make love with me. I'm taking my clothes off for him. I remember how nervous I felt. I've never felt so self-conscious before that moment. I can feel his eyes watching my every move. I remember how it made me feel. What it did to me. No one's ever made me feel beautiful, not like he does. With him, I feel invincible, and beautiful.
I sat on the bed. Damon took his turn stripping. He kept his jeans on. He doesn't wear underwear, if he hadn't kept them on, I'm not sure we would've been able to wait as long as we did. He's lying on top of me. He's kissing me and exploring my body. I switched places with him. I'm straddling him. I explored his top half. He switched places with me. He's laying on top me, again.
That's when I felt it. I can feel Merrick touching me, as Damon is in my memory. I shuddered, and tried to twist away. I can't escape my memory, or Merrick. Damon's hand slid inside of me. Merrick's hand moved to my panties, and paid special attention to the outside of my panties. I felt a tear escape from my eye. He's tainting one of the memories that I hold close to my heart. He's taking everything from me.
Damon took my bra off. I felt one of Merrick's hands slide underneath my nightgown. It has a slit in the middle. It ends right below my chest. Damon teased my nipples and Merrick caressed my breast. I can feel the tears falling. I'm crying openly now. Damon pushed into me, and we started making love. Merrick ground his hips into mine. He's still fully clothed, and I have clothes on. It doesn't make it any better. I can feel him. I'm not sure if the memory of him doing this will ever leave me. Jeremy shouldn't have to see any of this.
Merrick is moaning my name. Merrick rocked himself against me particularly hard. Damon shouted my name. Merrick had a hand on each of my hips. He was pressing me against him harder. I can feel his fingers bruising me. Damon bit my neck. Merrick did something to my neck, I can't tell what. Damon lay next to me. Merrick lay down on top of me, barely holding himself up. I slowly came out of the vision. I lay under Merrick. I turned to face Jeremy. He looked at me with melancholy eyes.
"I'm s… so sorry, Jere." I whispered.
"It isn't your fault, Bonnie." He said. Merrick gave him his voice back. Merrick peered down at me.
"Do you still think that you aren't mine?" He asked. I quivered under him. I can feel myself trembling. He moved his hand, and one of the chains disappeared. "I'll let you think this over tonight, Bonita. Tomorrow, you won't remember any of this." He sneered. I glared at him. "You're so sexy when you glare. It becomes you." He said. He took my bottom lip in between his teeth lightly. He sucked on it softly. He kissed me, and let his tongue invade my mouth. He pulled away and looked at Jeremy. "You're done here, for tonight." He said to Jeremy. Jeremy looked at him, confused. "I'll let you speak with Bonita privately, for a few minutes. Then, you are leaving. You'll be spending the night elsewhere. My dear Bonita hasn't behaved well enough to have a friend spend the night with her." Merrick taunted.
He left the room, and closed the door. As soon as the door closed, Jeremy's chains disappeared. Jeremy crawled over to me, and cradled me in his arms. I gave a soft sob. I only let a few tears fall. I can't cry, not now. I looked at him.
"You should have left me. I never wanted you to go through any of this." I told him. He shook his head at me.
"I'd never make you go through something like this alone. I hate that I can't do anything to help you." He said in a low growl. I buried my face in his chest, trying to memorize his scent. He isn't going to be here tonight. I hope Merrick won't be. I don't know when I'll see him again. My position is awkward, because of the chain. "Bonnie listen, I have to tell you something, and I don't have a lot of time." He said hurriedly. I nodded. "Elena told me everything. I walked in on her and Stefan making out, while they were still together. His face was changed. I waited until he left to ask her about it. I didn't want to say anything before, because I figured you hadn't told me for a reason. I'm sorry." He explained as fast as he could. I nodded.
"It's okay, Jere. You have nothing to be sorry for." I told him. The door opened and Merrick walked in. Jeremy gave me a quick squeeze before Merrick yanked him away from me, and off of the bed. Merrick captured my lips with his.
"Sweet dreams, Bonita." He said. He turned the lights out, before he left the room with Jeremy. I cried myself to sleep that night. I gasped. The haze left my vision, and I was brought back to the present. I glared at Merrick with a new hatred. The emotions from everything that he did hit me all at once.
"You're a fucking monster." I whispered. He smiled.
"I had to break you, before you could love me." He said sweetly.
Author's Note: Hope you all liked it! PLEASE REVIEW!
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Anneryn