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
When night falls, baths are taken, teeth are carefully brushed and bedtime stories are told. The child is tucked beneath the warmth and safety of their respective cartoon covered quilts. Their cheeks are kissed by a loving parental figure. As that guardian departs to turn off the light the child begs to leave the light on. The child explains their fear of the monsters lurking in the shadows. The parent calmly assures them that there are no monsters and allows darkness to spill into the room.
But they're wrong.
The monsters are real…
Chapter 5: Nightmare Man
"DAMON!"
Bonnie released the scream so ferociously that her body quaked. The vampire stood like a dark nightmare blocking the only visible exit out of the room. She dragged her limbs against the old floorboard, leaving a streak of Samuel's blood towards the wall.
The tall vampire's long arm's dangled at his side in a rag doll fashion, occasionally twitching with excitement. His lips were dark, and what little view of his skin the hood did not mask had a sickeningly olive hue.
Bonnie's fingers were crawling at the ground, tugging her back firmly against the small corner space of the room. Damon couldn't enter the house to stop it and she couldn't run.
This is it.
This is how I die…
The creature loomed closer to Bonnie, he took his time, and he was fascinated with her. The closer he drew, the more visible the extremity of his appearance became.
She didn't want it to touch her!
Somehow she felt as if the vampire was the harbinger of death and that a single touch would claim her soul forever. She closed her eyes.
It reached out its hand.
Abruptly glass exploded into tiny shards in a blink of an eye, spraying over the entirety of the room. Had she done that? She could hear the creature roar like an animal as the glass stuck against his form.
Bonnie opened her eyes slowly to see that it was not her abilities that had cause the eruption—it was Damon.
The two vampires were at war, a fury of gnashing teeth and savage blows were exchanging. She'd never seen Damon in such a violent display. He was showing no mercy on this beast, literally seeking to tear him apart limb-by-limb. The creature, however, was much too strong.
"Another vampire helping a human female, " The creature mused as its fingers clutched against Damon's throat.
Despite the fact that the creature had the upper hand, Damon couldn't help smiling through the pain, "Who says I'm helping? I'm defending what is rightfully mine."
The creature clicked its red tongue, lifting up Damon by the neck. His hollow eyes were emotionless pits, his voice was a monotone rasp, "The other two attempted to defeat me; their efforts were wasted."
Damon managed to wrench himself from the stranglehold. Immediately he held onto the creature to keep it from getting near Bonnie, "Bonnie, get out, now."
Bonnie had a perfect opportunity. She could easily run, take the land rover and leave the two monsters behind. Damon would be far too distracted to chase her. She'd go to the nearest payphone and call Matt. She'd earnestly tell him the truth and get help for Elena.
"I found them, I'll find you…" The creature promised.
Bonnie immediately reclaimed control of her legs, skirting around the brawl with her body standing as far from the two as she could manage. The two broke everything in their wake. The bed snapped apart and the wardrobe laid in mere pieces as they tossed one another across the room wrathfully.
The creature broke free of Damon's hold, grasping Damon to throw him sharply against the wall. Damon's back caused the wood panels to snap in two. Damon grunted, staggering to his feet defiantly as the nightmare stalked closer.
"You're stronger than the last one—a pity; you could have been useful to me," the monster echoed.
The two adversaries were facing one another.
Before another blow could be dealt, a piercing sound could be heard.
Bonnie had just stabbed the creature in the back with a long shard of glass. The thing stood bewildered, staring at Damon as he began to lose footing.
Bonnie watched in utter shock as the creature plummeted to the ground, her hands shaking.
"I killed it…" she covered her mouth.
Damon quickly bolted over the creature, lifting Bonnie into his arms, "No. You just pissed it off."
Damon was such a swift runner. He had no use for stairs; he simply leapt down them. Obstacles were not even a challenge for him; they were outside in less than a few seconds.
The moment Bonnie could see the snow, she remembered.
"Damon, wait, we can't leave yet!"
Damon's expression looked clearly ready to just let the monster have her and be done with it. He forced a bitter smile, "Why not?"
Bonnie opened her palm to show the small golden key Samuel had given her.
"It was the last thing Samuel gave me before he died. I know it's important, I feel like he knew we were trying to find Elena & Stefan. Elena wrote in her journal that Samuel knew how to defeat that—thing. Maybe—maybe that's why it killed him."
Damon cursed under his breath.
"What does the key go to?"
Bonnie was suddenly aware of the fact that Damon still had her in his arms, much like a damsel. She had to collect her thoughts.
"There's a fishing shed near the water that he pointed to. I think, maybe something inside there?"
Damon was irritated, hefting up Bonnie against him once more.
"When we find Stefan, remind me to kill him…"
They wasted no time; the danger of the creature returning was enough to make Bonnie use haste. The fishing shed was small and frail looking. It definitely stood out. There was a dark wood structure in the middle of white snow near water that reflected the icy treetops. Damon, didn't even bother with opening the door, he simply ripped the door off its hinges.
There were several shelves with tools and all types of fishing equipment. There was too much junk for Bonnie to discern what a key could possibly even go to.
"There's too much stuff!" Bonnie's heart was pounding.
A loud roar echoed in the distance.
Damon was standing with his arms crossed leaned against the doorframe.
"Better hurry, our friend is awake from his nap and he sounds cranky."
Bonnie was ready to pull out her own hair, she couldn't find it. She was panicking. She had to hold it together; she had to just think clearly. What could the key go to? It wasn't your typical key. It reminded her of the type of key used to open a diary lock. Maybe it wasn't a box, maybe it was a book that she needed to look for!
Bonnie's fingers nimbly tugged open the small drawer to the desk beneath the shelves. It was locked. This had to be it! She quickly forced the key into the lock, praying silently for it to work.
Click.
Bonnie released an exasperated sound of relief, yanking open the drawer to pillage its contents. There was a tome and a bag of dried herbs. She took both quickly.
"Damon! I got—"
She couldn't even finish her sentence; Damon had already thrown her over his shoulder and was carrying her faster than she'd ever known.
"Would you like some more cocoa, hun?"
Damon & Bonnie were seated on dulled-red vinyl chairs in a bar that hadn't gotten the memo that the 60's were over. Bonnie couldn't seem to keep her hands steady as she clung to her empty cocoa cup. The waitress was impatiently awaiting an answer.
"What?" Bonnie hadn't been paying attention.
"Forgive my wife, she's had a long day. She would love another cup of cocoa," Damon had a way with women. The waitress changed her demeanor to politeness in an instant and left.
Bonnie was trying to understand what she just went through.
"I thought you said you couldn't enter the house," she shivered, but she wasn't cold.
"I couldn't, but luckily he died. We're allowed to step in when the resident dies," Damon had no remorse.
"It's not lucky that he died. It's not lucky at all!" She hated how heartless he was.
"Had he not, you'd have been on the floor dead with him," Damon was clearly bothered by her lack of gratitude.
Bonnie closed her mouth. He had saved her, didn't he?
No—it was only because he needs me to find Stefan.
"You know what I find interesting is—" Damon leaned back, stretching out his arm to drape it over the length of the seating.
"—the fact that you came back for me. I think you're growing fond of me."
Bonnie flinched at the very notion.
"How can I possibly grow fond of someone who threatens to kill me?" she was feeling defensive.
"Yes, how could you? I think you're in need of some therapy for that problem."
Why had she gone back? He was right; she could have left. Why did she go back to help him?
Bonnie lifted up her chin, intent on throwing this back at him.
"The same could be said for you. You want me dead anyway, why did you save me?"
Faster than eyes can blink and a clock hand can tick, Damon had his palms flat against the table and was leaning towards her.
She could feel his breath against her skin and the intensity of his eyes bearing down on her. She breathed quickly.
"Damon…" She whispered apprehensively.
His teeth clenched together, his sharp fangs visible with his aggravation.
"When are you going to get it through that pretty little skull of yours? No one can touch you; no one can have you. From the moment you agreed to come with me on this trip, you belonged to me…"
Bonnie couldn't even think straight; all she knew to do was protest.
"I'm not just some thing you can own, Damon!"
Damon smiled powerfully, drawing his lips near to hers without touching her flesh.
"I can and I do."
His fingers were already in her hair, practically enthralled with it. Something was happening between them. She had gone back to save the one person who had saved and threatened her life. They were complicated and contradictory. She hated him, but she came back for him. Bonnie was confused with it all. Bonnie was losing herself; losing all sense of reasoning.
Damon pulled her forward, crashing her mouth against his own. Bonnie struggled to push him from off of her, lifting her fists to hit against his shoulders furiously. His mouth was so warm. His skin was like smooth ice, but his mouth was a complete contrast. The more she struggled, the harder he kissed her. The harder he kissed her, the less she wanted to fight it. She could feel his fangs brushing her lips and could taste his insatiable hunger. The world was fading around her; it was so easy to become lost in Damon.
Just before reality could slip away from her, he abruptly broke the kiss.
Bonnie was breathless.
Damon licked his lips, his tongue tracing over his protruding canines.
"The only one allowed to kiss you, or kill you, is me…"