Title: And There Will Be Blood
By: Jezzi B.
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Fandom: Vampire Diaries (Book & TV)
Pairing: Damon/Bonnie
Rating: M +16
Type: Multi-chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the show, book series or the characters. The writing here in is for no profit and simply a fan work.
Summary: Bonnie receives an unwanted Christmas gift from Damon with a shocking message. We go back five weeks into the past to see how things lead up to Christmas. Bonnie is now experiencing a new life in New York with her boyfriend—who happens to be Elena's ex—Matt. Her abilities seem to have dissipated, allowing her to finally lead a normal life. Everything seems picture perfect until Damon shows up in town to deliver her a message that someone close to her will die if she doesn't retrieve her powers.
NOTE: I am going to write the characters as they are in the current show, but incorporate elements from the book series. Try your best to remove what's happened in the storyline of the show/book, I'm touching on those elements, but I've written this story from the angle of Bonnie not fully knowing what Damon is. I wanted to take this approach because it works better for the story.
AND THERE WILL BE BLOOD
Chapter 4: Monster & Maiden
Damon was terrifying her.
She wouldn't run, she wouldn't scream, she wouldn't even beg for her life. If he really wanted her dead, he'd have killed her. The fact that she was standing was enough proof that Damon needed her.
Pinned against a door.
Sandwiched between the cold, white metal door and the vampire…
She began to wonder what he was used to in this situation. Predators enjoyed prey that cowered from them. She wouldn't be that helpless prey.
Bonnie managed to turn—in what little space he provided—to face him.
Damon's skin was pale and wet. His piercing eyes glowered menacingly in the dark like gems lit on fire. The only clothing separating his lower half from her was a towel wrapped against his waist.
He was just as alluring as he was frightening.
"I'll help you, but only because I want to see Elena alive. I know you won't kill me—at least not yet, because you need me." She whispered.
Damon pressed his forehead against Bonnie's, profiting her a fanged smile.
"This might be true, but make no mistake—" he drove his hand into her purse abruptly, snatching out her cell-phone to snap it in half. "—If at any point you try to play the damsel in distress and contact or notify anyone, I'll end your story and theirs. Permanently."
Bonnie hated him. She'd never hated a single individual so much in her entire life.
Damon pushed himself from off the door and Bonnie, pacing back towards the shower.
"Let me go and get decent for you. Really, I'm very glad this whole incident took place. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to even pretend to be human? Oh wait—you do understand, you're a monster too. You just don't know it yet. Don't worry, I'll help you discover it…"
He was acting as though he hadn't just threatened Bonnie's life!
Bonnie tightened her fists; fear was being replaced with pure anger.
"Screw you!" She yelled.
Damon briefly peeked from behind the bathroom door to say, "Don't tempt me…"
She wouldn't ask Damon how he managed to obtain a land rover for them to drive; she really didn't need to know. The road trip up north was unexpected.
Anchorage was beautiful. The snowy mountaintops were visible in one direction and the beautiful, reflective water surrounded from the other direction. There was something primal about Alaska; so few humans, so much wild life. Riding down the highway with the beautiful scenery would have been picturesque, if it weren't for one thing…
"I'm starting to understand why this other creature chose to capture Elena and my brother here in Alaska. There's so many places you can hide the bodies and no one will ever know…"
Bonnie was utterly disgusted with the comment.
"Do you always talk so morbidly about the people who are supposed to be important to you?"
"Stefan's level of importance to me is not out of brotherly love, it's selfish, really. I'm an immortal; I'll live until I'm destroyed. Immortality gets lonely without someone to torment and make miserable." Damon kept his eyes on the road.
Bonnie shook her head, using a finger to brush away the strands of hair that kept sticking to her lower lip.
"You're unbelievable. You went through all this and are using me, simply for the fact that you want to keep Stefan around for mere amusement?"
"You know, you are so sexy when you catch on to things," Damon tossed her a cocky smile.
She'd punch him if she didn't fear causing a collision.
Damon drove off the main road onto a small snowy path through the woods. The vehicle rocked about as it forced itself over snapping branches. It wasn't long before a quaint cabin was visible.
Damon geared the vehicle into park, turning his sharp eyes to Bonnie hauntingly.
"Remember, Mrs. Salvatore, last thing we need is a scene. Don't try anything stupid."
Bonnie hugged her arms, looking anywhere, but at Damon.
"I want to find Elena, I won't jeopardize that."
"Fair enough…" Damon reached for something from the back seat.
Bonnie's chest tightened, she never knew what to really expect from him. She remained unwavering, waiting to see what Damon intended to retrieve.
Warmth surrounded her throat.
Damon was wrapping her scarf around her carefully.
Bonnie's eyes fluttered in shock and disbelief. Was Damon actually taking care of her?
"Don't think I'm trying to be nice. This place is cold; vampires become much more attracted to warm blood under these circumstances. If you want to protect yourself from me, hide every bit of flesh you can."
Bonnie placed her fingers against the scarf, pressing it more securely against her skin.
"Thanks…"
They both exited the vehicle, making the slow venture towards the dark-wood cabin. The bitter wind and the barren trees in the dim light of dusk gave the small home and ominous overcast. As they approached the porch all manners of fishing equipment were hung against the walls and near the windows. A net, poles, lures all showing like badges of honor for any guest to witness.
Damon reached the doorframe.
"Hello, anyone home?" He called.
The door cracked open the minute Damon's knuckles made contact. It was unlocked and already open. Bonnie's eyes filled with alarm. Someone had already beaten them to Samuel Southmoore.
"Oh, this can't be good…" Damon murmured.
Bonnie pushed open the door fully. They could see that the living room had been utterly ransacked. Tables were tossed over, couches ripped apart. An angrily screaming teapot was still whistling on the stove.
"Whatever happened, it wasn't too long ago," Bonnie swallowed.
Damon didn't move. He was as still as stone. The spots under his eyes were turning purple, veins coming alive and tainting his vision with gleaming demonic eyes. His canines protruded out of his mouth, nearly piercing his lower lip. He was on full alert.
"I smell blood inside there…"
Bonnie tried not to look at Damon the demon. She didn't know what to fear more, Damon's hunger or the thing that wrecked the home of Samuel Southmoore.
"Damon—" She breathed once, trying to calm both him and herself. "—we have to go in. He could be hurt."
"I can't go in…"
Bonnie carefully stepped into the house, glancing back to Damon nervously.
"Why can't you? That thing could still be in here!"
"Then you'd better run back outside fast if you see it. I can't enter a house I haven't been invited into," Damon's voice sounded more feral when he was like this.
Bonnie couldn't quite quell the horrible feeling that was turning inside of her. Damon may have threatened to kill her, but she was useful to him, he'd have protected her from the monster that simply wanted carnage.
Her boots crunched over broken glass and torn book covers. Each step was slow and careful. The further away from Damon she walked, the more fearful she became. To the left there was a narrow set of stairs. Tiny red droplets of blood stained the first step, gradually becoming larger pools as they lead a horrific trail up the stairs.
They say under duress humans' resort back to the primitive "Fight or Flight" mode. Bonnie didn't even know how to fight what she was up against, but she most certainly couldn't flee either. She crept up the staircase, gliding her fingertips along the railing.
At the top of the staircase, she could see a partially open bedroom door. Through the small gap she could make out a blood stained foot.
Oh god, please don't be dead!
Bonnie abandoned all fear and rushed into the room. She could see a middle-aged Samuel Southmoore lying against a once sky-blue rug clutching his throat as he bled profusely. His gray eyes fixed on Bonnie and he only managed to gurgle, choking on his own blood.
Bonnie yanked off her scarf, quickly dropping to her knees to apply pressure to the wound. She was not a nurse, but she knew enough from helping the athletes back in high school with their injuries on the field during practices. She propped his head up on her lap, trying her best to stop the bleeding.
"Shh, don't try to speak," Bonnie didn't know what else she could do.
Samuel's eyes were beginning to glaze over; he barely had the energy to breathe. His frail hand touches Bonnie's fingers, sliding something into her palm. He then used the last of his energy to point towards the window, before allowing his hand to drop.
"No, no, please don't die!" She begged, but he wasn't moving anymore.
Bonnie moved her two fingers to touch the side of his neck. No pulse. He was dead.
She could have cried. She'd never had someone die in her arms before. There was no time for her to give into her emotions. She was going to be brave. She opened her palm to see the small golden key Samuel had entrusted her with.
Her eyes turned to the window to see a small fishing shed out near a dock to the lake. Whatever was in that shed, Samuel wanted her to find it first.
The floorboards groaned loudly, snapping Bonnie's attentions to the bedroom door.
Standing in the doorway was a tall, hooded man. It was the one from her vision. His smile was too wide, mocking more of a lizard than a man. His dark eyes glowed fluorescent red. Damon possessed a powerful beauty; there was no beauty to be seen in this creature. This vampire was permanently disfigured and void of any shred of humanity. He parted open his sharp jaws, bearing his blood-coated fangs.
"Not quite human, what are you?" The creature spoke with a voice that was almost ghostly.
Bonnie couldn't move, she couldn't speak, she couldn't stop staring at the thing, as she remained knelt in a pool of blood.
The creature chuckled.
"Only way to find out, is to taste you…"
All reason had left Bonnie's mind, she screamed out loudly the only thing she could think of.
"DAMON!"