Blood Witch

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"Elena's coming?" Damon asked, speaking as if an Elena were some mythical creature he had thought only existed in dreams, or perhaps nightmares, certainly not in real life. "Why the hell would Elena be coming? What does she want now?" The frustration was clear in his voice, but the hand he ran through his hair was just as telling. Whatever he was feeling, it wasn't excitement at the thought of seeing her again. If that whore was coming here to do anything to his beloved Bonnie... but he couldn't even imagine anything when his mind flinched away from any possible scenario. No matter what happened, he would do all he could to keep her out of harm – his little hybrid princess.

"That's what Stefan said..." she confirmed, but she was wondering even as she said this if she could trust anything that Stefan said in relation to Elena. He was her boyfriend, fiancé, whatever he called himself, and he would be thinking of her welfare and nothing else. Would he go so far as to murder Bonnie, though? She wouldn't, couldn't, risk the chance that he would turn against her. How much of a friend was he to her anyway? She had never really understood him, and she doubted that he had ever really taken that much interest in her either.

"Do you really think that we can trust him not to be Stefan?" Damon made air quotation marks around Stefan, as if being Stefan was some kind of mental disorder. He could just imagine it now; His little brother would come charging in, at first intending to do the right thing, until Elena crooked a finger and he would be helpless. Stefan was so predictable he rarely did anything unexpected. "You don't think that Stefan would lie to save the ass of his girlfriend?" Usually he would not speak like this about Elena, but things were different now. The game had changed, and so had the rules.

"You're right." She sighed and felt another bit of the strong façade come away and leaving her somewhat weaker. She felt more and more like bursting into tears; It was unfair that she was made to choose between her friends and her love. She loved Damon more than anything else in the world, but what world would she be in without any friends? Could she survive in such a place? Now she felt tears building in her eyes and felt their sting; she looked away from him so that he would not see that she was crying. She needed him to have faith in her, she knew that she could never be strong enough without his faith to make her so, but time was running out. "Damon?" she asked tentatively.

He seemed to understand what she was asking of him without her having to say a word, such was the connection between them as they gazed into each other's eyes. He took her into his arms, easily lifting her up and off the floor, and felt every inch of her come as close as possible to every inch of him as she pressed herself hard against him. He kissed her softly at first, savouring the taste of her lips, his hands on the small of her back, but within moments of their coupling his mounting passion for her became undeniable. He deepened the kiss, capturing her tongue with his, allowing his hands to roam freely over her body.

At once, she pulled back away from him. Something in his taste reminded her of something she should be feeling. Shouldn't she have been craving blood from the very moment that his venom was introduced into her system? Shouldn't she be rabid, hungry for blood right now?

"What is it, Bonnie? Is she here already?" he looked around him with a strange sort of alarm. It wasn't fear for himself, or her, that she saw. It was more like disappointment and she wondered what exactly was going through his mind right now. Surly he could not want her so much that he felt simply annoyed that someone was coming to kill him? She demanded that her lips not curl in amusement – now was not the time for laughter – although it was difficult to maintain a straight face with him looking so put out.

"Why do you think she's so obsessed with you?" she asked suddenly. She had known Elena for a long, long time and she had never been this insane before over anyone. Was it just that she liked having boy's fight of her – that she was missing the antagonism between the brothers? Or was it simply that she was jealous that Damon no longer preferred her over anyone else. She thought that it could be either of these things, but if she were to bet on one it would be the last. Elena was so used to being the only one to be desired that it must be infuriating for her to see Bonnie getting all Damon's attention.

"Speaking of obsessions..." Damon breathed into her ear moments before she finally heard it to. She might have vampiric hearing, but it had taken her a few seconds longer to pick up on the sound of footsteps coming closer. The hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention as she listened to the sound growing louder.

"Damon..." she whispered, almost moaning, into the hollow of his neck, only too aware of the tremor in her voice as she said his name, though she was scared more about whatever scornful thing Elena had to say to her than the girl herself. But instead of answering her with soothing words, as she had expected, his used the power of his lips on her's to reassure her.

Don't worry, was what he said with his mouth. I love you.

TBC