A/N: At the request of some reviewers, I've decided to make my chapters a little longer

Also to clear up any confusion, this fic takes place in the present. It's just AU/AR were the world was ruled by supernaturals, and vampires were at the top of the pecking order.

Chapter 3

Bonnie spent most of her days with one, or both of the Salvatore brothers. Elijah's days were busy, leaving the house after breakfast and sometimes not returning until nightfall. Bonnie had no clue what he did all day, and when she asked he was very vague. Although she was sure killing was involved. Every night he crawled into bed snuggling real close to her running his hands over whatever skimpy nighty Jess chose for her. He touched where he wanted, and Bonnie didn't complain. She actually started looking forward to it. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to do more, but he never did. Bonnie was beyond sexually frustrated with all his teasing.

While the two enjoyed breakfast alone Bonnie rubbed the back of his hand.

"What is it? You want something, I can tell."

Bonnie exhaled "The annual pythonissam pila is coming up…"

"And you want to attend?" Elijah cut her off. "A party… You want to attend a party for witches?"

"A ball" Bonnie corrected him. "I have gone to the pythonissam pila since I was twelve. My Grams used to make my gowns."

Elijah watched her light up as she spoke of her Grams, and her memories of the ball. The green in her eyes somehow became more beautiful, and he couldn't bring himself to tell her no.

"I'll see to it that you have an exquisite ball gown, and Damon will escort you."

Bonnie cleared her throat. "I can't show up with a vampire."

"I'm a vampire."

"I don't see your point Elijah."

Elijah was angry. He had to knock her off her high horse, put her in her place. "You feel shamed?" Elijah asked. "This is your life now young one. You belong to me, and everyone but you is well aware of that fact, especially the witches."

Bonnie cringed at his words because they were all true. She leaned back in her chair glaring at him for several minutes. Neither of them were willing to back down. Bonnie decided to settle for a small victory.

"Can I at least pick out my own dress?" She asked.

"Very well, I will have Damon drive you today."

Bonnie was excited she enjoyed the time she spent alone with Damon. He was in some ways her only friend. Bonnie jumped up, and hugged him from behind. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek as she held onto him. Something about the entire exchange felt too fatherly for Elijah. He didn't like it, so he swung her onto his lap. He fisted her hair, and pulled her in to a passionate kiss. Bonnie moaned sending Elijah's libido into overdrive. His hands roamed her tiny frame until landing on her upper thigh.

Klaus cleared his throat. "Am I interrupting?" A snarky smile was planted on his face.

Elijah stood up placing the tiny witch on her feet. He smoothed out his clothes before he spoke.

"Actually, I have business to attend to." He kissed Bonnie atop her head. "I will see you later young one."

Bonnie returned to her seat to finish her breakfast.

"Morning love" Klaus says kissing her on the cheek.

Klaus and Bonnie had an interesting relationship. They weren't quite friends, but they fed off of each other's intellect. Klaus found Bonnie intriguing, and he enjoyed verbally sparring with her. The witch was fire, and Klaus enjoyed how she kept Elijah on his toes.

"Up so early… Someone's losing his touch. I thought for sure you'd still be recovering from your night of pillaging."

"I came home early, didn't want to miss the sweet sounds of euphoria coming from your room." Klaus joked. "Elijah still afraid to claim you love?"

Bonnie chuckled. "What do you think that's about?"

She seriously wanted to know why Elijah hasn't tried to consummate their not so traditional relationship.

"I have no clue darling, but you know where my room is if you ever get too antsy." Klaus says winking at her.

Bonnie scrunched up her nose. Before she had a chance to reply, Damon and Stefan walked in.

"Ready to go witchy?" Damon asked.

"Ready" She answered.

"Shopping is not really my thing, so I'm just going to hang out here." Stefan announced. He leaned over and whispered in his brother's ear. "BEHAVE!"

Damon wiggled his eyebrows, and grabbed Bonnie by the hand to head out of the door.

A couple of hours, and a few dozen dresses later, Bonnie found her ball gown.

"Finally judgy, now let's grab a bite to eat." Damon says mocking boredom.

Seated at a small bistro Damon couldn't take his eyes off her. Her bright green eyes were intoxicating.

"Stop looking at me like that." Bonnie finally says.

"Like what?"

"Like you want to eat me."

Damon leaned in closer to her from across the table, and whispered in a husky tone, "You have no idea."

Bonnie subconsciously crossed her legs trying to keep the heat at bay. She ran her tongue across her top teeth, and leaned in closer to him. Damon eyes shifted from her eyes to her lips as he moved in closer to her. Just before their lips touched, Bonnie came to her senses and leaned back clearing her throat.

"Damon we can't. Elijah..."

"Because you belong to Elijah." Damon said cutting her off.

Bonnie felt like he punched her in the gut. It was the first time Damon referred to her as property, and it hurt more than anything. Her eyes pooled with unshed tears, but she refused to cry in front of him. Instead she acquiesced, and slowly nodded admitting the harsh truth.

The days following their encounter, Bonnie avoided Damon like the plague. She stayed in her room whenever he was around, but the night of the ball finally arrived. Elijah appointed Damon as her escort, so she had no choice but to face him.

Elijah took a few minutes from his busy schedule to see her off. He watched her get dressed, something he did often. After Jess helped her step into the puffy ball gown, she excused herself. Elijah stood up, and placed his hand on the small of Bonnie's bare back.

"I trust I don't have to remind you of how you are to conduct yourself."

Bonnie understood very well the threat hidden behind his soft tone, and polished demeanor. Her eyes met his thru the mirror.

"I'm not a child Elijah!"

"Good. Be home by 1:00 am"

"Yes dad." Bonnie said knowing how much it would piss him off.

He gripped her wrist hard, and pulled her in to a scorching kiss leaving her knees wobbly. When he pulled away she snatched her arm from his grip rubbing her wrist.

Bonnie sauntered into the living room, and Damon illuminated. She was heart-stopping. Her ball gown was pure white adorned with tiny diamonds. It was backless, and had a plunging neckline. She finished the look with elbow length white gloves. Damon was speechless. Elijah placed his arm around Bonnie's waist possessively while shaking Damon's hand.

"I trust you'll see to her safety as I would." He squeezed Damon's hand hard nearly breaking bone. "Have her home by 1:00am unmarred."

"Absolutely" Damon said wiggling life back into his fingers.

The two head to the ball in silence. As they enter the ballroom, the first person Bonnie sees is her father. He walks past her, and she calls out to him hopeful.

"Dad!"

Her father turns to her, but says nothing before continuing in the direction he was headed. Bonnie's heart breaks all over again. Not only did her father sell her, he also disowned her. The overwhelming reality of her situation came tumbling down on Bonnie like bricks. Damon senses her turmoil, and wraps his arms around her waist. He holds onto her tightly as he walks her to the open bar. He orders her scotch and himself bourbon. They have several drinks before Bonnie loosens up, and wants to dance. As she dances with Damon she notices the dirty looks, and frowns of her fellow witches. Showing up with a vampire was distasteful enough, but belonging to one was disgraceful. Her father sold her, yet she is somehow the leper.

Damon spins her around so that her back is to his front. He whispers in her ear.

"Don't let them get to you."

She nods as she continues to sway her hips to the music. After several songs, they head back to the bar. After several more drinks, Bonnie is slightly more than tipsy. She suddenly becomes very touchy-feely with Damon, and he quickly recognizes that giving her alcohol was a mistake. Drowning himself in bourbon was how Damon usually handled his problems, but the witch was a lightweight. On the way back to the Mikealson estate, Bonnie was practically in his lap. Her hands rubbed up and down his thigh, and she was softly kissing his neck. It took everything in him not to stop the car, and fuck her senseless on the side of the road.

She whispered in his ear. "Let me guess, you don't want me either."

Damon was quickly realizing that Bonnie had 'daddy-issues', but something was telling him that her statement wasn't just about her father. He continued to ignore her fondling as she continued to talk in his ear.

"What do I have to do to make a man want me?"

No it was becoming clear to Damon. Elijah hadn't officially broken the witch in. 'what is he crazy?' Damon thought to himself. 'How do you lie next to a beautiful woman like this every night, and not ravage her?'

"Stop" Damon demanded.

"Or what?" She asked as her hand traveled up to his already stiff member.

He gripped her wrist hard, ripping it from his body. "Or I'll pull this car over, and have no control over what I do to you. And I won't give a damn about the fact that Elijah will kill us both."

Bonnie giggled, and fell back into her seat. When they arrived at the Mikealson's estate, Damon had to carry Bonnie hoping he could just sneak in and drop her on the coach. Damon however was far from lucky. Elijah along with Kol and Klaus were lingering in the family room waiting for them. The vampires smelled the alcohol on the little witch before they even saw her in Damon's arms. Elijah calmly turned to Damon, and crossed his arms in front of his chest waiting for an explanation.

Klaus nudged Kol playfully. "This should be good."

"She saw her dad." Damon explained, and Elijah nodded in understanding.

"Say no more." He shook the eldest Salvatore's hand while collecting Bonnie in his arms. "Thank you." He added effectively dismissing Damon.

Bonnie cracked her eyes open, and saw Elijah holding her while Damon was retreating. She quickly jumped to her feet.

"Damon wait" she yelled while stumbling after him.

She stood on her tip toes, and kissed him on the lips seductively. "Thank you Damon."

Klaus could barely contain his amusement while Kol actually looked worried for the little witch. Elijah growled, and pounced on Damon. Elijah's hand was thru his chest and around his heart in seconds squeezing it.

"This will be your only warning, keep a respectable distance from my witch"

He flung Damon to the ground, and Bonnie fell to his side. She sobered instantly.

"Oh my God Damon, are you alright? I am so sorry."

Elijah forced Bonnie to her feet by her wrist as Damon recovered. Bonnie's eyes met Elijah's monstrous gaze.

"Go to bed." He growled.

Bonnie did not have to be told twice. She kicked her shoes off, scooped them up, and scurried up the stairs.

Elijah turned back to Damon. "Can I trust you will honor my terms, or do I have to terminate you?"

Damon nodded, and Elijah hurried after Bonnie. Damon was planted in his spot because he feared for Bonnie's safety. Klaus tapped Damon's shoulder.

"She'll be alright mate. Elijah won't hurt her." He smirked devilishly, "Not too bad anyway."

Kol chuckled, and Damon stormed out of the Mikealson estate angrily.

By the time Elijah got up to his room, Bonnie had taken her jewelry off, unpinned her hair, and was attempting to take off her ball gown. Elijah slamming the door closed startled Bonnie, and she froze. She watched cautiously as he calmly removed his suit jacket. He then loosened his tie, and rolled his shirt sleeves up dramatically. Bonnie gulped down a huge lump in her throat as Elijah stalked toward her. Her spine stiffened as he sweetly helped her step out of her dress. She stood there in nothing but panties studying him. Bonnie was no fool, she knew Elijah was pissed even though his momentary gentleness was portraying otherwise. She nervously waited for true Elijah to make an appearance, the monstrous Elijah. And just like she predicted, Elijah's entire demeanor changed with a single bat of her lashes. His eye twitched, his jaw clinched, his teeth elongated, and she could have sworn she heard him growling.

Elijah gripped Bonnie's face so hard his nails dug into her skin. He turned her face toward his, and spoke in a contradictive calm and low tone.

"Your masochism is almost arousing." His strong cold hand traveled down to her neck loosely. "You abash me by showing up here inebriated with the stench of another man on you." He backed her into a wall, and squeezed her throat tighter. "Then you have the audacity to allow him a taste of your lips. I have ripped off heads for lesser crimes against me. What will it take for you to learn your place young one?"

Bonnie looked into his eyes and saw nothing. No soul, no warmth, nothing. His thumb nail slowly ripped her skin apart from the base of her chin, all the way to her shoulder blade. Bonnie was scared shitless. Elijah licked the blood that flowed from her wound then swatted her silk covered ass hard.

"Go take a shower. You stink of Damon Salvatore."

A/N: What's up with Elijah taking his time sexing Bonnie?

And Damon is not out of Bonnie's sights yet, but Elijah is no run of the mill scorned lover.

Hope you like where this story is going. Let me know what you think.