Hey guys I'm back and with a new chapter that I hope you will all enjoy. I really had a ball making up serial killer names, lol
Disclaimer, I don't own any TVD characters, if I did, Bonnie wouldn't have a such a piece of shit love life... I mean really Elena has two guys willing to die for her. Caroline has Tyler and Klaus willing to kill each other for her. Hell Matt even has Rebekah but Bonnie can't even get her boyfriend that she brought back to life to stay faithful? that's fucked out. bonnie deserves better...
Didn't mean to go on a rant or anything...sorry guys...
To leni18 - lol great observation! :)))
To Heavenlie - Bonnie will indeed get her fair chance, I would be a horrible author if I didn't give her one, no worries.
This chapter was inspired by Miranda Lambert's: Gunpowder and Lead.
Oh I'm also changing this fanfic to Mature! you have been warned!
heehee ... On With The Next Chapter!
CH5: The Smarter Sex
Damon's POV
Damon tightened his coat around his neck. Damn, that wind cut like a knife. The winter storm the weatherman had been predicting had finally come blasting out of the north. And here he was out in the a deserted alley, making friends with rotten takeout and used condoms.
Typical freaking Friday night was what it was.
He scanned the alley that Caroline directed him to with a skeptical eye. The woman had been downright vague. 'Something awful' wasn't a whole lot to go on.
"How do I get talked into this crap?" Damon whispered into the alley.
He really didn't know. You'd think with so long on the job, and after everything that had happened to him that he wouldn't be such a sucker. The only silver lining in this situation was that not far down the road was one of the best all-night diners in town. A nice helping of chicken fried steak mashed potatoes with country gravy and nice slice of cherry pie a la mode might brighten his spirits and maybe raise his blood sugar high enough that he might have a chance at level seven.
Then he noticed a scuff in the alley's general grim. Then anther scuff. It looked like an altercation of some kind had happened here. But there were lots of reasons for the oil and soot on the ground to be disturbed. It didn't necessarily indicate that Caroline's 'something awful' had had happened here. Nor were the tire tracks in the gunk.
Damon followed the scuff marks to a brick wall. There he found a spray of fresh blood. The bright red fluid still glistened. It was fairly fresh.
"Well what do you know, and actual crime."
Caroline had been right after all. Unfortunately.
"Great now I've got to do something about it."
He knew he never should have left the precinct. He got his phone out and hit the number one speed dial, dispatch. When the operator answered he gave her his badge number and his request.
"Hey I'm going to need a CS unit in the alley behind the smart and shop on Fulton."
"When?" the operator asked
What a weird question "um tonight."
"Swing shift is pretty backed up and hasn't had their lunch break yet."
The crap he had to deal with. "Tell the bastards to get out here now."
He hung up the phone before she could argue.
To make things worse, Damon felt a big fat cold rain drop on his head. Then another. The rain could wash away the blood evidence. Damn it.
"Seriously, I've got to stop paying attention to other people and their problems." Damon muttered as he grabbed a piece of wood broken off a pallet and a coat hanger and tried to construct a mini tent over the blood. He didn't have anything to hang on the crude scaffolding though.
He shouted to passerby. "Hey I need some help here. A tarp."
They all just lowered their heads and powered on by. "A blanket. Hell I'll take a fresh condom."
No one respond.
My heroes…not.
His only option was to leave the crime scene but the rain started coming down heavier and heavier.
Even if he ran into the store bought something and rushed back out the blood could be gone. Even now the stream began dripping red.
"Crap." he said as he took off his jacket and draped it over the frame.
The blood was protected. But Damon? Not so much.
Bonnie's POV
Bonnie glanced over her shoulder. The men all seemed asleep. All the doors were still locked, and she was making progress. Real progress. The wood was old and rotten. She'd been able to loosen the metal flashing along the doorframe. With both hands, she tugged the metal end, hoping to pull the entire thing off the frame.
Unfortunately it was thin and cheap and broke off in her hand, nearly slicing her palm. However it did leave her with a fragment of nice, sharp metal.
She took it to the wood gouging so much deeper than her fingernails ever could. Rapidly she dug the wood out around the deadbolt. With the metal fragment it was quick work. Completely freeing the deadbolt from the wood, she pulled the lock out.
She had done it!
With a push, she opened the door to find another eight foot solid metal door behind it.
"No!" bonnie yelled, dropping to her knees.
"We told ya!" Jeremy shouted sounding rather proud of himself.
She tried to bottle her fear and sorrow all evening but it came brimming over. She sobbed, "This can't be happening."
"It is." Klaus barked. "Now shut the fuck up."
Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut. "This is a nightmare. I'll wake up. I'll wake up."
Her body didn't seem to believe he though as she sagged to the ground, clutching her midriff trying to hold in the sobs.
Damon's POV
Damon tried to play his game but it was a little hard as water dripped from his brow on to the screen he was already soaked though so this was just salt in the wound.
"Whatcha got?" A familiar voice called from the night. A stocky African American CSI officer walked towards him.
"Conner!" Damon exclaimed just glad to have another human to talk to. He lifted his coat to show the nice and preserved blood sample.
"Jesus" Conner snorted "you are the most inconsistent overachiever I've ever met."
Damon would take that as a compliment. Especially tonight. "Is it human blood?"
"In a sec bro," Conner said as he dug around in his kit and pulled out a stark white cotton applicator.
Damon turned to another of the CSI techs.
"There're some fresh tire tracks in the mud over there, can you get an impression?"
Once the tech moved off as instructed, Damon turned back to Conner who was dripping a solution onto the tip of the applicator that he had dabbed into the blood. The tip bloomed blue.
"Human blood." Conner announced "although not all that much left of it."
"Yeah, Connor, next time you get forcibly taken into a dark alley and hit hard enough to generate medium velocity splatter, you can let me know what's a sufficient quantity of blood to be worried about."
His friend looked him up and down, then sighed "level seven still kicking your ass huh?"
"Yeah" Damon admitted. He pulled the scarf that Caroline had given him from his jacket pocket
"Here's a comparison sample for the blood." Then he thought about it. "And the blonde hairs are not the possible Vic's"
Once he handed over his scarf, he put his soaked jacket over his soaked clothes and struck off for the street.
"Hey where are you going?" Conner asked.
"To see if the lady of the house is home."
Bonnie's POV
Bonnie could feel the cold metal behind her back. That damned metal door blocked her escape. With her tears all cried out, bonnie surveyed the dungeon with clear eyes. Which one of the men would be let free? And which one would be the one to kill her?
Perhaps she should have taken Kol up on his gratitude only offer. She'd just be so damned sure she could get past the door. She have believed Jeremy and Elijah about the second door.
She might have no social life, but she was alive, and she wanted to stay that way.
Turning her back on the men, Bonnie turned her attention to the door. Yes it was solid metal however the door jamb was wood. She couldn't get the lock on the door side but what about the jamb side? Could she dig out the bolt on that side?
There was only one way to know for sure.
Taking her tiny metal fragment bonnie began digging again.
Alaric's POV
Alaric was half-asleep. He'd given up on watching the broad. She was boring. Crying and digging. Then the foot he'd propped up against his cell door dropped down. Everyone thought he was stupid because he was from Boston and got kicked out of Duke. And okay maybe he wasn't going to split an atom soon, but he knew how to prepare. As soon as the door opened his foot fell, startling him awake.
He breathed in and out. Had anyone else heard his foot fall? He risked peeking around the corner.
The chick was still working on the door. Apparently, she hadn't noticed.
Silently, Alaric rose to his feet and slid through the open door. He looked to Kol's cell. It was still locked. The prick had his eyes closed, but Alaric seriously doubted if the control freak was asleep. Stefan was snoring on his bunk. Elijah had tried to stay awake but his head had lolled to the side, and drool ran out the side of his mouth.
Klaus lay with his back towards him. His breathing seemed steady and regular. Tyler of course was wide awake. He gave Alaric a thumbs-up.
Like he needed it from that perv.
Alaric found Jeremy also wide awake. The kid went to open his mouth, but Alaric put his finger to his lips. Jeremy nodded vigorously.
The last thing that Alaric needed was the kid to spoil his surprise. She was going to be so soft. So warm. So wet. She was going to have nice big nipples. The warden wouldn't send in a chick with tiny tits would he?
No, no, the warden wouldn't. Alaric could feel the hardening in his pants. It even became difficult to walk, but somehow he soldiered on.
The chick was so into trying to dig out the lock that she didn't hear him coming until it was too late.
Bonnie's POV
Bonnie more felt the attack than saw it coming. How could she have been so stupid? She swung around slicing with the metal fragment, but missed wildly. Alaric grabbed her by the neck, hauling her off her feet with one hand. With the other, he smashed her hand against the metal. She couldn't hold on to her only weapon. I fell out her hand and skidded into the dungeon proper.
Then Alaric hands were all over her. Rubbing her bra, trying to get under her shirt. She screamed but there would be no rescue.
There you go filly he said as the other men erupted in shouts and hoots.
"No!" she screamed pounding her raw fists against his chest. The rapist didn't even seem to notice.
"Don't you worry darling, I'll ride you long and hard before I put you back in your stall."
Bonnie tried to knee him in the going, but his thick thighs prevented it. The guy was buff as fuck.
He back handed her, hard. So hard that her temple hit the metal door. A loud crack and her vision blurred.
Another punch and she was on her knee s, struggling to stay conscious.
His meaty hands tried to tug her pants down. Bonnie squeezed her legs together as tightly as she could. He pawed at her like an animal.
Panic threatened to overwhelm her as the men piped up
"Drag her out here!" Klaus screamed
"We can't see shit!" Tyler yelled
"Alaric" Elijah demanded. "Don't you dare hurt her."
About the only one not giving him instructions was kol. Bonnie lost the fight with her pants, and they were jerked down to her ankles.
Quickly, Alaric unfastened his own pants.
"Come on baby; tell me how big it is"
Bonnie shut her eyelids refusing to look at him.
He kicked her so hard that it lifted her up and out into the dungeon proper.
"Bitch you are going to tell me how big it is"
A glint of steel caught her eye. Her metal fragment.
It was just out of reach.
As Alaric held down her arms bonnie realized there was no way she was going to beat him physically. But mentally? Mentally she had him beat.
"It's so big" she whispered and scooted back an inch.
"What?" Alaric said. "I didn't hear you."
"It's so big," bonnie said louder, gaining confidence as focused more on her words than on mounting her. "Too big. It might not fit."
Alaric reared up, seeming incredibly proud of himself. It gave her the opportunity to scoot back a few more inches.
"That's right darling" Alaric crowed. "I'm a big fucking buck. That's what they call me on the outside. Buck the fuck."
Good to know. Unfortunately, Alaric grabbed her legs forcing her thighs apart.
"Time to let your big, fat buck in."
It would only be a matter of moments before he had her. She gulped, going all in on her strategy.
"Don't you want me to beg for it?"
"What?" Alaric said confused.
"I mean," Bonnie said trying to keep him talking rather than raping. "Do you want me to make it that easy for you?"
She scooted a few more inches into the dungeon. Close enough that she could feel Klaus's breath as he praised her.
"That's right bitch. Keep this up and I might let you live out the night."
Bonnie ignored him. Her goal was at her fingertips. The cold metal fragment.
"Don't you want me to beg?" She purred trying to keep Alaric distracted as she grabbed the metal fragment.
Unfortunately, Alaric seemed to have a fairly limited repertoire.
"Tell me how big it is!" Alaric said grabbing her hand and forcing it down into his crotch. Bonnie couldn't have planned it better.
Jeremy's POV
Alaric screamed like a little girl as blood pulsed from his crotch. It shot all the way across the dungeon and hit Tyler in the eye.
"Cowabunga!" Jeremy exclaimed. This night was living up to the hype. At the last minute, bonnie had sliced little Alaric right off. The big idiot as cupping his crotch, screaming incoherently.
His severed penis hit the floor and rolled rather pathetically over once, then lay to rest.
"Hey," Tyler said pointing to the amputated genital. "Why don't you ask her how big it is now, huh, Alaric?"
The other men laughed heartily.
"You fucking bitch!" Alaric shouted. "You're going to pay! You're going to fucking pay!"
Buck the fuck might have done something about it, until a cell door clicked open.
Kol's.
Bonnie spun around, her eyes dilating as she realized what just happened. Pointing the metal strip she'd just used to whack Alaric's penis off.
Bonnie walked toward Kol's cell.
Kol rose from his cot.
Bonnie's POV
Bonnie hand was shaking, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Adrenaline, fueled by the terror that was coursing through her body. She could feel it with every hammer beat of her heart.
She stopped at the threshold to Kol's cell and wiped the blood from her tiny, but effective, blade.
"How about we renegotiate that arrangement?"
Kol cocked his head to the side. "Which arrangement would you be speaking of love?"
"You protect me. I'll be grateful," she said hating that her voice shook. "As in the Webster definition of grateful. Period. No quid. No pro quo."
Kol took a step towards her, his eyes bright and intense.
"I never asked for quid."
He took another step closer.
"Or pro." Another step and they were face to face. "Or quo."
His eyes slid down her body. Her hand tried to go to her collar again, but she didn't let it. She needed to prove to him that she wasn't afraid of him. His gaze lingered at the hand that held the metal fragment.
He turned away, leaving his back exposed. "Besides Latin is a dead language."
He sat down on his cot. Bonnie felt suddenly weak. Exhaustion hit her hard like Alaric did. But she needed to get safe. Or at least as safe as she could in this hell hole. With the last of her energy, she stepped into Kol's cell and closed the door behind her. She heard the lock click closed.
She kept the metal fragment pointed towards Kol. "I mean it, the Webster definition, or…"
Brave words. Too bad her hand was shaking so badly that she nearly dropped the metal.
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Detective Salvatore investigation, Bonnie encounters bullying?
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