Author's Note: Hello my lovelies! I wasn't planning on having this chapter done so soon. BUT the inspiration lizard bit my in the butt, so I've been writing on overtime. There are only a couple of chapters left before this story is over. I do want to start another on-going Bonnie/Damon fic. I am open to ideas and suggestions. I hope you enjoy this. I haven't had this proofread yet. BUT I think you guys deserve this chapter. A special thank you to: primavera15 for being amazing, and giving me motivation for me to write!

Infinite hugs and junk!
Anneryn

I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS (Unfortunately)
NOR DO I OWN CARLISLE CULLEN (That's all Stephenie Meyer)

Chapter 16:

Say What?! How did this happen? Well, I mean, I know how 'it' happened. But, OH MY GODDESS!

"You're-you're his s-sister?" I asked to clarify. She nodded.

"Unfortunately, we are blood kin." Kiren said, grimly. Does that mean that she honestly despises him, like we do? "If I could change the fact that this scum is my brother, I would." She said. I nodded. I feel better knowing this. What I felt about Kiren wasn't evil or manipulative. She is the opposite of Merrick, with the exception of her being attractive. I didn't say anything. Merrick just smirked.

"You stupid whore, you think that this is over?" Merrick asked me.

"This is over." I told him. I feel stronger knowing that they are behind me. Does he have something else pulled up his sleeve? I can feel chills shooting down my spine. Something changed in the room. Not a visible change, but I can feel it. Something shifted in the atmosphere. I have feeling that the change was not to our benefit. He has been planning something all along.

I looked over at Damon. His hand captured mine. His fingers laced with mine. Something's coming. We can't be separated.

"Get ready." Grams commanded. Everyone else noticed the energy change. Jayson moved to our side. Grams is muttering something under her breath. Jayson, Chalice, and Gabriel all look freed somehow. Did she break their binding spell? Chalice and Gabriel took their places next to Damon. Merrick is on the opposite of the room, facing us. Sebastian is standing next to him. So is Marcella.

Hooded figures started pouring out of the kitchen, and the hallways, surrounding us, and going towards Merrick. He isn't alone. He has backup. He planned for all of this. The cloaked figures are chanting. Waves of power are circling around them. The air is surging around us. Electricity and power are crackling throughout the room. I let go of Damon's hand. I let my own power flow through me. I used it to surround us. I tried to create a protective barrier. I'm not sure how powerful it will be compared to them.

I can hear Grams still chanting. I can feel the barrier strengthening. Whatever she's doing, is working. I wish that I could be more help. This isn't going to end soon. It's going to get dirty, really dirty. Things are going to get messy. I heard an ear-splitting scream. It sounds like a banshee. I dropped to my knees, and put my hands to my ears, trying to keep the barrier up. I can feel blood trickle down my fingers. I can feel everyone tense up by me. I took deep breaths. Block it out. I have to block it out. I just have to try to ignore it. Try to…

"AHH!" The scream intensified. I strained my eyes to find the source of the sound. It's Marcella. Who knew a slutty siren could cause this much pain. I thought she was supposed to be 'alluring.' Or is that just her song…?

I shot fire in her general direction. The screaming wavered, and halted. She's panicking now. She's on fire. I can hear the crackle of the flames. I can smell her burning flesh. I chuckled. I'm beside myself. I can't control myself the way that I normally can. All rational thought has left me. I'm running on pure instinct and desire. This is what it feels like to be free. Now, I want to know what it feels like to be free from Merrick and his minions. I stood up. Chalice is pushing herself off of the ground. To say that she looks pissed is an understatement. Good, we can use her anger.

"What's the matter, Merrick? Can't you control your bitches?" I taunted. His eyes flashed. He gave me a dark smile.

"I couldn't control you, could I?" He retorted. Damon growled. The smirk slid off of Merrick's face. He actually looks worried.

"She isn't your bitch. As I recall, she was never 'yours' to begin with." Damon snarled. Merrick's eyes blazed.

"This isn't over, yet, boy. Have you learned nothing?! Respect your fucking elders! You couldn't best me before, what makes you think that you can now? Did you suddenly grow some balls, or are you still a pussy?" Merrick growled.

"You stupid, motherfucking cunt." Damon growled. I looked at him in shock. I have never heard him say anything like that before. He's always had such an eloquent way of speaking.

"I've been called a lot of things, but 'cunt' has never been one of them." Merrick said thoughtfully. I smirked. This time, it was Jayson who spoke up.

"Not to your face." He told his father. All of those years of pent up resentment, and hatred for his father are starting to show.

"Really, son?" Merrick asked.

"Well, you are a douche bag." Chalice spoke up. I took every ounce of will power that I possess to keep myself from smiling.

"Douche bag…" Merrick said, as if he is seeing how it sounds, rolling off of his tongue.

"I believe the correct term is vagina cleanser." Carlisle offered.

Merrick's eyes narrowed. Play time is over. Lightning cracked. The 'boom' filled the room. Everyone is separated. Force fields are keeping everyone apart. We are all in separate bubbles. Sebastian and Damon are fighting in a bubble. Damon has control. He looks like he is hurting him slowly, a way to stretch out the torture.

Grams and Carlisle are in a vast bubble with many of the hooded figures. Carlisle is tearing them apart, and Grams is warding them off with magic. She's getting a few punches in there.

Marcella is rubbing herself all over Stefan. He looks disgusted. He is holding her neck between both of his arms. He's suffocating her, slowly. She's turning purple with her lack of oxygen. Chalice and Gabriel are in a force field with the rest of the cloaked creatures.

Jayson and Kiren are in a bubble with some sorcerers that came with the hooded figures. They are throwing and blocking magic. Kiren and Jayson look like they have the upper hand. Kiren got hit with some brightly colored energy. She doesn't look like he's getting back up. Jayson has her back. He's warding them off. I can tell that the magic is taking a toll. He's crouched down, trying to heal Kiren, while deflecting the enemy magic. I hope that they can hold their own.

"They can't help you, now." Merrick whispered. I looked to the side of me. I'm trapped with him. I shuddered. "Give me what I want, and I might spare those pathetic excuses of existence, you call friends." He offered. I looked at him, scathingly.

"I'd rather rot in hell, while being married to Marcella." I told him. He smirked. He pushed me back against the force field wall.

"You thought that you managed to overpower me, before? No, no, stupid girl. I let you. You haven't felt my power." He revealed.

"Fuck," I muttered.

"I'd be delighted to." He said. I looked at him, frozen with fear.

"That wasn't an invitation." I growled.

"Oh, but it was." He argued. He pressed a hand to my chest. "Get ready, Bonita. We've seen enough of this show, for now. I don't think that they will miss us." He said. I kneed him in the groin. He pressed himself against me. I elbowed him in his gut. He grunted in pain. He backhanded me. "Bitch," I grunted. I pushed him away as much as I was able to. I can feel every fiber in my being transported. He moved us. We're in another place now. He moved us into a more elaborate bedroom. If I were here with anyone, but him, it would be amazing and lush.

He wasn't lying about the power. He had been holding back. I don't know why I couldn't feel it: unless… there was a binding spell on him, specifically to limit his powers. Is that even possible? If a binding spell can be used on him, then can a binding spell be used to temporarily strip him of his powers? God, I hope so. I don't know any binding spells. Or even, how to bind someone's powers. Damn it! Merrick's walking towards me.

"You can scream. No one will hear you." He warned. His eyes have a dark glint in them. I backed away from him. I felt myself back into a wall. I cringed. I can't show fear. I knew that he wasn't messing around before. But, if that was him censored… Fuck me sideways. Bad choice of words… It feels like someone has frozen my body. I know that he's controlling me. He stepped in front of me. This is how he wanted it. He wanted me scared. He wanted to be isolated. He wanted to be in control. He wanted me to know that I'm helpless.

He ripped Jeremy's shirt from my body. It fell to the floor in scraps. 'I can't show weakness. I can't show weakness.' I tried to chant to myself, in my head. He put his hand on my hips. He squeezed, and brought me closer to him. I tried not to cringe. He picked me up. My legs are dangling above the ground.

"Wrap your legs around me." He commanded.

"No," I told him in an even voice.

"This will be easier on you, if you cooperate." He told me. I glared at him.

"Never," I told him.

He walked over to the bed, and threw me onto it. I landed roughly. He pulled his shirt off. He took off his shoes, and socks. He discarded his pants. He's wearing black, tight, boxer-briefs. I sat on the bed, and crawled over to me. I can't move. He climbed on top of me. He took a wrist in each hand. I can feel myself regain control to my body. I struggled against him. He wedged my legs open, and scooted inside. I trashed, and wriggled. Nothing I do can stop him. I can't push him off, because he's holding my wrists.

He moved back, and sat up. He brought me with him. He took control of my body. I don't think he's going to give it back. I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out. I'm straddling him. His hands brushed my back. I can feel my body's reaction, and my mind's reaction. I can feel: wanting and disgust. He nuzzled my neck. He took his mouth from my neck, and stared at me. He forced me to look into his eyes as he unclasped my bra. I tried not to gasp. He held me to his chest.

He slowly slid my bra straps off of my shoulders. He rocked his hips against mine. I cringed. He has a slight smile growing on his lips. He leaned forward, pushing me against the bed. He removed my bra, the rest of the way, and threw it to the floor. I closed my eyes, and tried to block this out. His hands gripped my waist. I can feel his breathing against my skin.

"Open your eyes, Bonita." He said in a soft, demanding voice. I felt my eyes open. I don't want to see him. He's lowered himself on top of me. I can feel his chest against mine. My mouth opened.

"Stop," I told him. He smirked.

"Not likely to happen," he told me. His fingers traveled up my stomach, cupped my breast. He twisted my nipple between his fingers, and pinched it likely. I hate that I can't move or get away from him. His other hand moved lower. He traced the pattern on my lower stomach, still moving lower. His fingers brushed my panties, and dipped inside.

He pulled my panties lower. I felt my legs unwrap themselves from his waist. He slid my panties down my legs, and pulled them off. He tossed them onto the floor. His hand traveled up my leg, and lingered on my inner, upper thigh. He pushed a finger inside of me. I cried out.

"Get off of me!" I yelled. He added another finger, and started moving them around softly. I managed to get some control over my legs. I tried to roll away from him. My legs moved slightly. As soon as I got the control, it left me.

"I don't think so. Tonight Bonita, I'm going to make you mine." Merrick said. "Touch me." He commanded. My hands went to his chest. I can feel the muscles in his chest. I can feel the muscles moving, as he moves his arm. I can feel his heartbeat, if he has a heart. My fingers went lower. They found his happy trail. I tried to stop my hand from going any lower. I clenched my eyes shut, praying it will work. They stopped. I moved my hands to his shoulders. He nibbled my neck. I gasped.

"Monster," I choked out. He moved a hand to my mouth. He has a vial with dark blue liquid in it. Where did that come from? "Open wide, my queen." He told me. I shook my head, and tried to face the other way. "I wasn't asking." He told me, in a dangerously low voice. My mouth opened, against my will. He poured the contents of the vial into my mouth. It's tasteless. His hand covered my mouth, preventing me from spitting it out. I have no choice but to swallow. "I think that you'll find it impossible to insult me, or fight me." He said.

"Ass… as… hole…" I tried to say. It feels like I'm choking over my words. When I try to insult him it feels like I'm drowning, or suffocating. I felt myself regain full control over my body. I tried to push him off of me. My arms betrayed me. I embraced him, and hugged him closer to me. My body feels heavy. "Why can't I fight you?" I asked him. He increased the speed of his fingers. I gasped.

"It's a potion to prevent you from fighting me. The feelings you have, I can't change them. But your body is going to want this. It isn't going to fight me. You're going to enjoy this, at least part of you is. You literally cannot fight this. You have no choice but to cooperate. Your brain doesn't have to, because your body already is." He explained. I can't even cry, the potion is preventing me from doing that. "You're going to moan my name tonight. You won't be able to help yourself." He gloated. I filled with dread. It feels like I'm watching this happen. I can't stop it. I'm a prisoner in my own body. He wrapped his mouth around my ear, and tugged. I moaned. His fingers ran up and down my body. I moved closer to him. He added yet another finger, and moved his fingers brutally. I cried out. I can feel myself shaking. I buried my face in his neck. His hand moved behind my head, holding me to him. My arms wrapped around him, just under his arms. I moaned. "Say my name," he ordered me, softly.

I didn't say anything. He kept moving his fingers.

"Merrick…" I moaned. He removed his fingers, and put them to his lips. He cleaned them in his mouth. I want to throw up. I want to run. I want Damon. I need Damon. I can't stop this. After this is over, I don't think that I will ever be able to live with myself. I don't know how I'll ever be able to look at myself in the mirror again.

"You may not realize this, but I do love you, Bonita." He whispered. One of his hands slid underneath me, and lifted me to him. He cupped my butt. He lowered me back onto the bed, and wedged my legs apart even further. I can feel his erection pushing against me. He started to grind his hips into mine, slowly. I gasped. He looked down at me, intently. "Help me." He said. My hand went to his waist, and helped him pull down his underwear. He eased himself off of me. He got off of the bed and stood up. He dropped his underwear, and positioned himself on top of me. He touched his forehead to mine. "This will not bring you pain… physically." He told me.

I cringed on the inside. I feel like I'm being forced to watch this happen. It doesn't feel like it's happening to me. It feels like I'm watching a movie of my life, and I'm watching this happen to myself. He touched his lips to mine, not harshly. He's being gently, treating me like I may break if he treats me any other way. His whole personality changed. I don't understand him. I can feel myself kiss him back. His tongue ran along the bottom of my lip. He parted my lips, and slid his tongue inside. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to bring him closer to me.

The kiss became harder, more intense, and forceful. I gasped in his mouth. His lips crashed into mine. I returned the kiss with just as much eagerness. I'm screaming inside. One of arms slid underneath me. He brought my closer to him. The other hand cupped my face.

"This might hurt." He whispered against my lips. He kissed me, and pulled his face back, to watch my expression. I can feel his hardness rub against me. I gasped. He pushed inside of me. I winced. I've only made love with Damon. It was only one time. It hurts. This isn't making love, this is sex. He pushed himself all of the way inside of me. I cried out. I clutched his shoulders harder. He whispered sweet things. "The pain will go away, love. Don't worry. Try to relax yourself. It will hurt more if you're tense." He whispered. I nodded feebly. He adjusted me underneath of him. He angled my hips, so it would be easier.

He started moving inside of me. I bit into his shoulder to quiet myself. He's moving expertly, faster, and more determinedly than before.

Damon, I love you. Damon, I'm sorry. Damon, please forgive me. Save me.

He continued to thrust inside of me. Whatever he did, must have hit the right place. I moaned.

"Bonita," he grunted. He did it again. I moaned. "Bonita, say my name." He told me. I didn't. I refuse to say it. I honestly don't know how long I will be able to refrain myself. If he really wanted to, he could force me to say it. He pulled out, and slammed himself back into me. I screamed. "My name," he said. I didn't say it.

The sex is becoming brutal and rougher now. His movements are becoming angry. He's being rougher with me, than he was with Marcella. I can feel my body started to quiver. He's pushing me over the edge. I don't want this to happen, because of him. A particularly forceful thrust pushed me over. I screamed.

"Merrick!" I yelled. I'm shaking underneath of him. He still hasn't finished. He's not letting me ride it out, or slowing down his pace.

"Bonita," he moaned. He finished inside of me. I shuddered at the thought of his hot liquid inside of me. Thank Goddess I cannot have children. He collapsed on top of me. He rolled off of me, and wrapped an arm securely around my waist. He moved his hand, and began to explore my body. I cried. He gave me back some control. My crying turned to sobbing. Even worse, he tried to comfort me. I couldn't push him away, he wouldn't allow it. I'm at his disposal, his mercy. Does he possess such a thing?

I hate him. With every essence of my being, I loathe him entirely. I hate him for doing this. I hate him for taking this away from me. I hate myself for not being able to stop him. I hate that he has ruined so much for me. My body shook with sobs. I don't care if he punishes me for it. Nothing matters anymore. I feel broken. I don't think I can ever be put back together.

"Shh, Bonita, hush now. It's alright." He whispered as he held me.

Something he said triggered me. I pushed him away. I couldn't do much else. All I can do is lie here, crying and exposed. He got off the bed. We walked over to a closet in the room. He came out wearing a pair of blue, silk, pajama pants. He has something in his hand. He walked over to me, and pulled me off of the bed. He stood me in front of him, and he just looked at me. I quieted my crying, and matched his stare. What else can he do to me?

"I'm going to dress you." He told me softly. He put an arm on my shoulder. I flinched. He actually looks hurt by my actions. He put a bra on me. He clasped the clasp, and slid the straps up my shoulders. It's a different bra than I was wearing before. He pushed me back onto the bed, softly. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed. He put a matching pair of panties on me. He helped me stand up. They are both a bright blue color, they match his pants. He picked up a matching silk gown. He put it over my head, and pulled my arms through. He zipped up the back, and stood back, and looked at me.

"You look flawless." He said. He took my hand in his.

My hand burned with electricity and fire. He ignored it, and held it tightly in his own. I glared at him. He walked me over to a full length mirror next to the closet. He made me look at our reflections. His arms are wrapped around me. I look like I'm his. Apart from the fact that my face is tear-stricken, and that I look like I would rather be anywhere else in the world, with anyone else, we look like the perfect couple. Tears are still falling down my face.

"Young love at its purest." Merrick stated, gazing at our reflection.

"I will never love you." I told him. He looked amused at my words. His amusement quickly turned to fury. His eyes flashed black.

"Stupid witch," he muttered, spinning me around to face him.

"Then kill me." I told him. He didn't say anything.

"If I killed you, I wouldn't have you anymore." He said simply. I rolled my eyes. "You don't have to love me, to be mine." He said. I shook my head defiantly.

"I'm not yours." I told him. He chuckled.

"You're not? Tell me, love, do you feel broken inside?" He asked. I didn't say anything. "I broke you. You can never be with anyone else." He told me, baiting me.

"Breaking me didn't make me yours." I told him. "You had to control me, to have me. You would never have me without overpowering me. That isn't 'having' me, that's making me your puppet." I spat. His nostrils flared. He took a hold of my hair, and yanked my head back. I didn't flinch or show any signs of pain. "I'm not yours." I told him calmly.

"I will have you." He said.

"You never had me." I argued. I kneed him in the gut. He grunted, and threw me to the floor. There are no doors in this room. There has to be a hidden door somewhere. Right? I picked up a chair and threw it at the nearest wall. The chair didn't do any damage. I growled out of frustration. "You have nowhere to go." He said in an angry and almost sad voice.

"Anywhere that isn't here will suffice." I told him in irritation. I crouched down. He looked at me in confusion. I pressed my hand to a light socket. Sparks flowed into the socket from my hand. The sparks started to get out of control. The lights flashed, and exploded. The room is dark.

"Tisk, tisk, Bonita. What are you up to?" He asked. I charged the socket again. It gave another small explosion. When I was sure that it was fried, I pushed at it. The charge had weakened the wall, and its surroundings. The wall is charred. It did what I hoped. I pushed, and pushed. It fell through. I created a small hole in the wall. The chair broke when I threw it earlier. I picked up a few of the broken, wooden legs, and started hitting the wall. I coughed to cover the noise. Merrick can't see what I'm doing, because it's dark. I kept chipping away at the wall. The wall is cracking.

There's a room on the other side of the wall, and a door! I squeezed through the hole, after it was barely large enough. I can hear Merrick fretting in the room. I ran over to the door in the room as quietly and quickly as I could. It's unlocked, thank Goddess. I opened the door. Thankfully it didn't make any noise. I don't know how long it will take him to realize that I've left. I hope that I have a couple of minutes. I can only hope. I don't know if I'm still psychically blocked, when I'm away from Merrick.

I just have to keep moving. Everything will be fine, as long as I keep moving. If I keep moving, he can't hurt me anymore. I need to get out of here. I need to get safe. I need… Damon.

'Damon help me. Where are you?' I tried to send my thoughts.

'Bonnie? Thank God, where are you?' Damon's voice filled my head. Tears filled my eyes, as I kept running. I can feel them falling down my face.

'I don't know. I'm not sure. I don't know where he took me. I got away. I have no idea where I'm going. Is the fighting over?' I asked him.

'As soon as he took you, the force fields fell. Everyone that was opposing us is dead, everyone but Merrick.' He sent back. I let out a sigh of relief. As long as they are all safe…

'Good, I can't even think about one of you getting hurt… or worse.' I told him.

'I'm going to try and track you, using your scent. Don't stop moving. Keep going Bonnie. Don't stop talking to me. I love you.' He sent me. I cried harder, and tried not to let the tears blur my vision.

'Damon… I love you. I won't. I won't stop.' I sent him my thoughts. Even in my thoughts, my voice broke.

'Bonnie, love, what's wrong?' He asked. He isn't stupid, or asking something obvious. He knows that something is wrong, something deeper.

'I can't. Not now.'I sent him. I can feel him nod. I have missed him so much: everything about him. Nothing can come close, or replace him.

'Hold on, Bonnie. Try to hold on. I'm coming.' He sent me. Something blurred stopped in front of me. I ran into it. I started to fall backwards, but whoever it was caught me. My breath stopped. I can't go back to Merrick. I won't. I fought against the person. "Bonnie, stop." The voice said. I quit resisting. It's Damon. My tears resumed. His hand went to my face. He's touching the side of my face. His face looks grim. "He hurt you." He said in a cold voice. He's shaking with anger.

"Damon… I thought…." I tried to say. He wiped away my tears. "I couldn't stop him. I'm not strong enough. He…" I told him. His eyes widened with understanding. I can feel my body shaking.

"You found her." Stefan's voice said from behind Damon. Damon nodded, but didn't say anything. I don't think he knows exactly what I was trying to tell him. How do you tell someone that? How do you say that the person you hate the most r… raped you?

I heard other footsteps. I can see Grams, Carlisle, Kiren, Jayson, Jeremy, and Gabriel. Kiren and Gabriel stiffened visibly.

"That bastard," Kiren muttered. Gabriel didn't say anything. He looks even angrier than Damon. They know. It dawned on Grams. I don't know how they can tell.

"I'm going to kill that bastard." Grams growled. I have never heard her say anything like that before.

"Did I miss the party?" Merrick asked, waltzing up to us. Damon let go of me, and held my hand tightly in his. Everything that he did flashed back to me. I trembled, picturing it over and over again. I can't stop it. It's stuck on a loop, and I can't fast forward my memory. Damon growled. He looked at me hurt. I've never seen Damon look hurt before. He looked at Merrick.

"You raped her." The word rape, bit at me more than anything else. My trembling worsened. Merrick smiled.

"Technically, it was consensual. The potion I gave her… took all of her fight out of her." He said. Grams threw something at Merrick. He was too busy gloating to see it coming, or deflect it. It smashed against him. It looks like she threw a vile full of some potion. Merrick fell to the floor, seizing. He looks like he's in pain, good.

"He's significantly weakened now. Fire should kill him." Grams said. I let go of Damon's hand. I walked over to the writhing Merrick. I let flames bleed from my finger tips. They fell and hit Merrick gracefully. He hissed in pain. Fire poured out of my hands. Everything started to go black. Emily? Emily's voice filled my head. She's taking over. Something is telling me to let her.

"You should have left her alone." Emily's voice came out of my mouth.

"Hello Emily." Grams said.

"Hello, Grace." She replied. I felt Damon tense next to me. "Relax Damon. I will not bring her harm." She told him. She turned her attention back to Merrick.

"You Bennett witches are more trouble than you are worth." He spat out, no longer seizing, but clearly in pain.

"You should have left us alone." She replied, simply.

"All of you, but her." He said. "I was supposed to have her. She was supposed to be mine." He added. I shook my head under Emily's control. "I love Bonita." Merrick whispered. Part of me almost believes him. Why would he go through all of this trouble for someone he didn't care for? Honestly, I believe that this has all been a sick and twisted game to him.

"She was never meant to be your lover. She was meant to be your demise." Emily told him. He gave a small chuckle.

"But she was my lover." He retaliated.

"She was not your lover. You took it from her. There is a difference, you stupid, stupid fool." She scolded him. "It's time for me to go." She said.

"Your departure is long overdue." Merrick growled.

"As is yours." Emily told him.

"You know what to do." She told me. She left. My vision came back.

"This ends now." I told him.

Author's Note: This was a really hard chapter for me to write. I hope that you all enjoyed it. PLEASE review and tell me what you think. If you: love it, hate it, or are indifferent, I won't hold it against you. AS LONG AS YOU REVIEW!

-Anneryn