Blood Witch

5

Well, he wasn't going to pass up a meal that was practically given to him. Damon jumped out of the car, not bothering to close the driverside door, and crouched down beside the body of the late... he reached down and turned the badge to face him... Officer Daniels. Judging by the various symbals decorating his uniform, mr Daniels had been pretty close to the top of his profession, and this only convinced him more that being pulled over was no coincidence. How many points for a police officer, he wondered with a slight smile, thinking that it was bound to be more than for a regular citizen. He would have to find out as soon as he was back home.

Bonnie's eyes opened wide at once, the vision all but forgotten in the haze of her lust. The scent of blood made Bonnie's nose feel like it was on fire, as if every part were covered in flames. Her nostrils flared and she grimaced at the searing pain. What was that smell? It was... it was... there were no words she could think of to descibe it. It was sweet, sugary, like her favourite kind of sweet, with a slighty meaty quality that seemed like the perfect blend. She had never smelt anything like it before, and yet she knew that she wanted it like she had never wanted anything before. She followed it with her nose until her head was fully outside the window and she was staring down at the almost bloodless corpse.

Damon jerked slightly in suprise when he saw that she was awake, but the smile came instantly to his lips. She was alright, she was alright. Thank god. He wiped his mouth before speaking, deciding they would have plenty of time to speak of what had happened in the car, when they were safe.

"C'mon, we have to go before some unlucky—" but he did not have the chance to finish the sentence before the sight of Bonnie with her head stuck out the window stole the words. He had never seen his sweet little red-bird in such a primal state before, with her pupils huge and dilated and full of that thing he knew so well: Vampiric blood lust. It was easy to forget how strong the need for blood was at the begginning, especially after centuries apon centuries of being able to control and think past it, but he recognised what the fever in her eyes was as soon as he saw it. It was selfish of him to deny her the meal, but he knew that he had to be strong enough to control her if and when she lost control of the beast.

"It hurts, Damon! I need... I need..." she moaned, but she did not know what it was she needed exactly. It was something that was similar to water—but not. Something thicker. Something even more basic. Something red. Something that was spilling on the tarmac, being wasted. "Please... Damon, please..." She was not aware of what she was asking for, but she knew that she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life, needed it more than her next breath. But Damon seemed to know what she needed so desperately, and she watched him with burning eyes as he ripped out the dead man's throat and offered her the bleeding neck as if offering it to the gods.

She took what he offered her desperately, and Damon sat back and watched her make a mess of the already gory corpse. Later, he would teach her to be neater at meal-times, but right at this moment. Who was there to stumble into this scene anyway? Around him there was nothing, no buildings, no people, no anything. If the man's corpse was ever found, which he doubted it ever would, the wounds would suggest a wolf or a bear had done the deed. No one would ever suspect that a sweet-looking girl like Bonnie could ever tear intp a person's throat like a wild beast, which made the gnawing guilt over what he had done impossible to ignore. Maybe she would have gotten better on her own in the hospital, maybe the doctors could really preform miracles, but the chances were that her brain would have been damaged – that she wouldn't be the same Bonnie had loved.

"Am I a monster now?" Bonnie asked in a small voice once ten minutes or so had passed since Damon had begun to drive away from the scene.

"No more of a monster than I am..." then he reconsidered, "I mean, no you're not Bonnie. Someone like you could never be a monster." He meant this as a reassurance, but he felt her bristle at his side. What was the right thing to say? He wonderd in the sudden silence. He knew she would be feeling delicate right now, but he was not Stefan and he did not know what to say to make her stronger. He had never been talented in that way and the comfort he had to give was with his lips.

Bonnie watched in confusion as Damon stopped the car suddenly and put it into park at the side of the road, only metres away from where they had started. Didn't he realise that the crime-scene was still in sight behind them, didn't he know how sick she was feeling just by being near the body? "What are you doing?" she asked.

There were no words, only soft kisses at her chin and neck, and she could not speak. His movements were noticibly slower to her now, but he still moved too fast for her to know what he was about to do until he was doing it. Not that she would have stopped him doing this even if she had a choice, even if she had wanted to. His kisses soon became more passionate once he was certain she would no reject this close contact, and she felt as though her tongue was making love with his. It felt so good when he put the chair back in a reclining position and moved across to cover her. He moaned and nuzzled her neck as if he were going to bite her there.

It was as she felt something strong building up inside her that she saw a vision that made her scream.

TBC