!Content Warning! If you have a high sensitivity to dealing with characters of a volatile nature, and harsh depictions of sensitive subject matter, please be warned this story is one of mature content and adult themes such as abuse and language. Subject matter will get heavier as the chapter's progress. Also I do not own these characters.
Forbidden fruit. A strong desire or craving for something all the more because it is not allowed.
Master. A man in a position of power of people working for him, typically servants/slaves.
Slave. A person who is legal property to another and forced into obedience.
Control. Power to influence behavior. Authoritative Mastery
Defiance. Being openly resistant to obediance.
Chapter 6 Control, Defiance, and Fickle-minded Love
Rating M
A/N Thank you to Bamonlicious and La p'tite Antillaise for offering to help me with the French!
Damon and Bonnie were on their way home from the Gilbert's. Bonnie was about to be filled with a world of hurt. Damon hadn't a clear clue how to tell her what he was about to tell her or the right way to comfort her.
Earlier that day…
Bonnie hadn't got to really visit long with Emily. Emily wasn't feeling well. Nausea plagued her and she was in bed. Initially she went to Emily's room to sit with her, but when Emily couldn't hold down water, Jeremy thought it best that Bonnie let Emily rest. Bonnie searched her sisters eyes for reason, and found nothing but guilt. Bonnie felt as though something had been terribly wrong with Emily. She was in a state of sadness and hadn't been able to eat for a few days.
Because she didn't get a chance to visit much with Emily, she ended up visiting with her makeshift Fiancé, Jeremy. Bonnie had yet to allow Jeremy to kiss her on the mouth. Damon would not allow it. So he opted for her hand and cheek. It seemed as though Bonnie was beginning to become more and more smitten with Jeremy. The sweet facade he used with her really softened her towards him. Bonnie felt horrible for not being able to be in love with Jeremy, but she genuinely cared for him and what he had come to mean to her life on a day to day basis. She was excited for the idea of what it could be. Since Damon allowed Jeremy to begin courting Bonnie, she and Jeremy formed a great fondness for one another.
Elena was acting strange today Bonnie thought. She acted as if she wanted to talk to Bonnie but couldn't. Bonnie naturally assumed Damon put his foot down to anymore private conversations between the two girls. But that wasn't it. It was much deeper than that. Bonnie decided the feeling for the time being was best left ignored, she was already dealing the awkward visit today. She was ready to head home and finish her tutoring with Damon.
As they leave, she caught the most hateful glare Damon gave Jeremy. Then she over heard as he told Jeremy, he was never to see Bonnie again. He was never again to contact her for anything other than Emily's condition. He then told Jeremy he was a poor excuse of a man, and if he were anyone else, he would have killed him. His words put fear and worry in Bonnie. In Damon's mood, she was not going to question him right away. She was feeling too much heart ache for Emily.
Present moment…
They sat in the carriage and neither spoke initially. Bonnie just stared at Damon thinking about the way their relationship was becoming more and more complicated. He caught her staring at him.
She worried about why Damon was disengaging Jeremy from her. She thought to address it even though she was not in the mood to fight. She took her time. "If you can't be who I need Jeune Salvatore, please stop dictating mine and Jeremy's relationship. It hurts me that you want me to be alone, when you have Elena."
"Elena and I are no longer acquainted in such a manor."
"What, why? Is it because of Elijah?"
"I simply do not wish to waste any more time with Elena. I ended things with her tonight. She understands. She is a big girl. I do not like people keeping secrets from me. I was willing to overlook her first mistake, but not this mistake, Birdie."
What mistake?"
"Listen, that is why I need to talk to you. Right now something very pressing has arisen. I need to be the one to tell you."
She got a worried look on her face. She knew whatever the news was involved her somehow. Directly or indirectly.
"This is very hard for me Birdie, I have to tell you something and I am not sure how you will take it." He hesitated because the sight of her before him was breaking him down. She was so bright-faced to the world most days, and right now, he was about to watch her suffer from heart ache, and he knew she wasn't deserving of it.
"You know you can tell me anything. Please, you are worrying me. What is it?"
"You need to know, that you have done nothing wrong. You are a deserving woman, and this life isn't easy, but it is what we are dealt and how we handle it, that makes us human. I am always going to be here for you." His face looked out the carriage opening then back to Bonnie. "Now, the reason Emily is sick, is because she is pregnant."
"What? What is the meaning of this? There is no way she can be pregnant. She has no suiters. Emmy was a virgin."
"Birdie. Please let me finish."
"What are you saying exactly happened to her?"
Bonnie was becoming louder and she was demanding answers. "Birdie." He tries calming her down.
She was so angry she called him by his first name "DAMON! Speak to me. Was she forced in sex? Was it John Gilbert?" Her voice raised.
"Birdie. Calm down. Please I can tell you as soon as you calm down, please."
He looks at her completely apologetically, while her heart just freezes in time. His face gave it away "No." Her disbelief makes her look at Damon in an accusatory fashion. Shaking her head and pretending not to know the truth. "NO!" She screams and cries at the same time. The tears pull from within her like a weeping of the clouds during a rainstorm. "NO!" She screams angrier and louder. "Don't say it. Do not say it. Please don't say it. No, no, no, no, noooo." Damon grabbed her into his arms, holding her together. She was fighting his comfort, because she was in disbelief.
Her small hands gripped the fabrics of his jacket, pulling and gripping and reaching for some truth as her eyes darted off to the sky and tears flooded her eyes. Falling down her face like the innocence she was slowly losing. Her grips tightening around his arms and he just let's her pull him apart and hurt him. He let's her be angry with him, for he was the bearer of bad news. She pulls away from him, looking into his eyes, searching his blue eyes for the truth, and the redness from his face, pulled her back to grieving. This is why he warned The Gilbert boy to stay away. Damon was telling her the truth. She continued to search his eyes, and he could say no more to her, because she knew. He saw the look of betrayal on her face, and it broke his heart to watch this change happen within her.
Damon watched the sparkle in Bonnie's eyes disappear. Her fresh face was bitter for a few minutes, then the bitterness turned into sadness. Her mouth crumpled up, and her bottom lip beat back and forth from the grips of her teeth. He pulled her in and held her to his chest.
"Emmy is carrying his baby?" Her crying voice shook from being burried in the confines of his coat.
"Yes."
What felt like complete shock turned into utter disappointment and anger. She knew the answer. She feared the answer, and he respected her enough not to say his name aloud.
"I am sorry Birdie. You deserve better, I promise you do."
The carriage space grows to tightly surrounding Bonnie. She didn't realize the degree to which she'd actually come to care for Jeremy until he broke her heart, and Emmy was another story. How could two people who kept her in her humanity strip her of her smile.
"No. Why?" The cries of a broken hearted woman dragged on. She cried for a man she forced herself to care for. When she could have avoided him all together, she allowed him into her life, and even part of her heart. She cried for the betrayal of her sister, who knew exactly how much Bonnie wanted the love that Jeremy was willing to give her. "I think I am going to be sick."
Damon has Langston pull the carriage to the side and lets Bonnie out, she throws up. He holds her up and lets her fall apart in his arms again. He hasn't seen her fall apart since she was a child. He hasn't heard her cry this way since her childhood. His insides were hurting for her. He could feel the burning of her skin, from all of the anger she felt. The heat emanated through her pores, so much so, that he knew this would be the one and only time Bonnie shed tears for Jeremy. He had no idea the right way to comfort her. He just does what comes natural to him. He holds her on the way home. Comforting her cries and wiping her tears. All the while he wants to murder Jeremy for hurting her this way.
Proceding the events of the day Bonnie lost both Jeremy and Emily, to betrayal, Damon took the following day away from work, and took Bonnie away from the boarding house for the day. He took her to an isolated lake where many ducks and birds migrated part of the year. He knew she enjoyed sitting and feeding birds and ducks, so they took a small barrel full of bird feed and he helped her feed the birds. Damon hated birds, until he met Bonnie. Then after so many years he grew to love to sit and feed them with Bonnie. Somehow, whenever she was afraid, or sad, or angry, she sat with the birds, and they would make her smile, ever since she was a little girl. She would sit and feed them humming her fears away.
When she was a little girl, one day he was out feeding the birds with her. He noticed how she was just this frail, and dainty, thing of beauty. She was one of those small parts of the world that was so beautiful, inside out, her beauty added to the ugliness around her making it beautiful, like her. Just like a bird. She was his little bird. Eventually he called her his little bird. Then the more he realized the gardens were her hiding place, the more he would call out to her, "Here little birdie, birdie, birdieeee. Where is my little Birdie?" And he coined the nickname Birdie for his little bird.
Fast forward to today, she still loved to feed the birds in her time of pain. He would accommodate her. Damon watched Bonnie feed the birds, her graceful nature. When she wasn't being defiant she was one of the gentlest of creatures. Birds flocked to her. Her thick braid was pulled back, and she wore one of her new dresses. He couldn't believe how she had been filling out her dresses, lately. Her body was still developing, and she blossoming more and more each day.
She looked to him and smiled.
"Birdie, I brought us lunch."
"Lunch? If I did not make it, who did?" She asked laughing at him.
He smiled in return. "No one, I bought some of your favorite French bread, and your favorite fruits."
"What are my favorite fruits, Jeune Salvatore?" She asked with a peculiarity in her voice, and a smirk on her face.
"Mangos, strawberries, bananas, grapes, and sometimes Oranges, if you are thirsty. You also love when the islanders make trades with us during the summers and we get pineapples and coconuts." He surprised her with his knowledge of her favorite fruits. "So, in this basket, you will find mango, strawberries, and grapes. Your favorite French bread, already sliced. I also have sweet tea, and I managed to acquire some of that crunchy treat you nibble on at the market sometimes." He makes a face of disgust, which makes her smile.
"Nut brittle? Why Jeune Salvatore, I might just have to fall in love with you today. Being attentive to my little hearts desires… food!"
"I thought I was what your little heart desired?" He asked flirtatiously.
She shyed away from his answer, and just gave him a small smile. They sat quietly for a few minutes. He smirked.
The whistling of the wind between the leaves gave a calm overtone to the day. All of the trees were full and green and the entire park surrounding this large private lake was covered in soft yellows, and vibrant greens. In the rare event that there was an open space in the horizon, it was covered by mountains. Every place where the sky touched the back drop, the light blue, gradually began looking white, the higher it got. Damon, wanted to paint a picture of Bonnie in this landscape. Surrounded by the birds, on this sunny day by the lake. But he knew a painting couldn't even capture what he saw in her.
Her blue dress, favored her skin tone. It was powder blue, and it had hints of white. Yet and again, he was noticing how well it formed to the top of her body. More of her bosom was exposed than he was comfortable with, but he allowed it, since only the two of them were together today. Her blue dress, her green eyes, and her brown skin, reminded Damon of the nurturing essence of the Earth. He wanted to be nurtured by her, and she nurtured him every day.
"Birdie, I think I need to talk to you about what I said to you a couple of nights ago."
"Which part of it?"
"The part of marriage. Making you my wife."
"Oh, I assumed you may have just been tired and didn't mean them. You do not have to explain to me."
"Sure I was tired. But I mean what I said. It's just that, things are not that simple in the world we live in."
Just as he lifted her heart, he broke her spirits. The soft, gentle nature of her face, stiffened, and got slightly cold. She was reminded of the night before, finding out about Jeremy and Emily. Maybe Love wasn't for her, she thought.
"I understand. Jeremy, Marcel, yourself… My life is one big, if only. One big, 'If things were different in the world.' I won't say it doesn't hurt but, I have learned not to expect much."
"Don't say that. I just need time." Damon almost speaks as if he is pleading with her. His face turns into sorrow, just as hers does. He searches her for understanding.
"Time. A luxury that is not guaranteed Jeune Salvatore." Her tears fall again. "You are constantly leading me on a leash of hope. You then tighten the grips when I run free, to look for love elsewhere. The second I may find it, you pull me back in with a promise. A kiss. A touch. A gaze. Because you know, that my love for you runs so deep, that I have a hard time swimming my way back to shore. You just keep pulling me into this ocean of turbulent love. If you cannot love me, let me go." Bonnie's eyes fill and flood with tears. Her pain is brutally honest in this moment. Maybe too honest for Damon. She walks away from him then walks back to him, so he can see the pain he causes her. Playing her heart like a broken violin.
"Stop it. Stop this. You are loved. How many ways can I say it? You are loved." He yells in anger, and pain, and confusion. His world, and her world are different. Although he has sheltered her, he did it to protect her. He had no idea he would grow to fall in love with her, to make her his wife. If he could take her far away he would. He would leave the money and the power, and go, to have a fair and fighting chance with his little bird.
"Look at my face. This is the face of a hurt woman. I tried love three times. I attempted to care three times. But of all three times, between you, Marcellus, and Jeremy, YOU are the one with my whole heart. The one I have given my absolute and all to. You, Jeune Salvatore! Yet the only man I don't even call by his first name."
"Would that make you feel better, to call me Damon?"
"I don't know Damon! Does it make you feel better that I still call you by your Sir name? Would you prefer Master Salvatore?" She doesn't yell, she speaks to him, crying in the voice of a broken-hearted woman. When he speaks to her, he speaks as a torn man.
"It makes me feel better when you aren't forcing me to choose. What we have is beautiful. What I have with you is beautiful. I may not be able to make you my wife right now, but I am not looking to marry anyone else."
"Why can't you have what you want, Damon?"
"Because too many other people's lives depend on me."
With a grateful smile, and dimly lit face, Bonnie grabs Damon's hand and walks him to the picnic blanket, to have a seat and says, "Today was lovely." She bites back her pain, and enjoyed the moment with this man she loves with her whole heart. Her pain runs deep, but this man is worth the pain, he is worth it, because to her, he is the only man she will every truly love in this way.
"I brought you here today for a picnic and some bird feeding, because you love birds." Damon pulls himself closer to her and sits her between his legs, He holds her lovingly. "I just wanted to be alone with you. This way, sitting with you. In my arms. Just the two of us. No noise, or sounds of the busy, constricted world." He squeezed her between his arms. "One day at a time."
"One day at a time. Please, just don't neglect me. Don't forget I wait for you every night. Or wake you up every day. I make sure you eat, and are taken care of. I cure you of illness, and help with your business. I don't care about your money and prestige. I care about you. Please just don't forget that on your conquest for success. I'm just still the little person in your life, no matter how big or small you become in society. I will care for you, as long as you let me, and don't forget about me."
"You are everything my little bird, and everything is you."
Three weeks into Darkness
Bonnie has rarely seen or spent time with Damon since the day at the lake. He was working on purchasing a distillery and he spent many nights there sampling and tasting the spirits. He came home drunk once in a while, if he came home at all. Bonnie waited up countless nights for Damon, and sometimes she fell asleep in the Kitchen table, head on arms, leaned over the table. Lily and Stefan both woke her up several mornings, after not having been to her room. She was losing sleep, and still reamining at one with his words. She rested on the idea that Damon would keep his words to her. Stefan grew angrier with Damon's treatment of Bonnie. Her loyalty to him proved he was taking advantage of her protective heart.
After finding out that her fiancé had gotten her sister pregnant, Bonnie decided to take a hiatus on visiting the Gilbert's place for a while. She wasn't sure how to feel about Emily. Jeremy was off limits. By way of a threat from Damon, as well as Bonnie was disgusted with him for thinking he could bed and impregnate one sister and marry another. The idea of Damon signing her declaration papers for Jeremy, now made her sick. All she knew in the world was she was tired of being the young sweet faced girl. All of her life she was seen as such and when she stayed true to herself she just ended up watching every other person around her find happiness. She was ready to make some changes, even if only secretly.
Bonnie began engaging Lorenzo in minimal conversation a couple of weeks ago. His aggressive attempts at talking to her drew her to him. She would teach her two classes twice a week at the market place village, and he would wait until she was done to engage her in conversation.
Once Giuseppe and Damon made purchase of the Market place, they added a small school to the market place and called it the Market Place Village. The school was built for Bonnie to teach as a profession outside of the Boarding house. They also hired Elijah, and both taught classes to the immigrants. The classes were to help socialize them, educate them on etiquette, English as a second language, reading, and basic math skills. Stefan was also given an opportunity at the market place. He taught basic farmhand skills to immigrants who looked for works on farms. He developed an affinity for staying near Bonnie. She was not sure if it was kinship or attraction on his behalf but she somehow allowed it. Stefan remained a close friend to her since Damon had left for school initially. Other than Emily, and Elena, Stefan was the only other person near her Bonnie spent time with. She was the youngest of all of the young people in her circle of friends, Jeremy was closest in age and he was a year older than she. She taught Stefan French while Damon was away and he taught her how to do some tending to the animals on their lot. She had always took Stefan's guidance as the behavior of an older brother. She had no idea he thought indecently of her before. She kept that too herself since it was shared to her by Damon.
Getting over heart ache tends to cause people to move on rather quickly. Damon having been very busy running business, was hardly around Bonnie these days. He made no time for her, and he was away on business more often. When she tried to be attentive to him, he brushed her attempts off for work. As weeks went by she and Lorenzo became fonder of one another. He took head to Damon's words, but still he made it appoint to see her every day that he came to the Village and talk to her. Bonnie appreciated the attention. For the past three weeks, Damon did exactly what she asked him not to, buried himself in his work, and neglected the one person who made sure he was always taken care of. Her.
"Bonne et belle journée."(Happy Beautiful Day)
"Salut beauté, (Hi Beautiful) I suppose we should stop meeting like this." Lorenzo smilies cunningly.
"Well, we don't meet. You stalk my classroom until I am finished teaching." She offers him a smile in the form of a blush. The classroom is very warm. The wooden walls, trapped the heat inside, and forced sweat down Bonnie's breast plate. Beaded on her top lip and slithered down her neck, her sweat forged her skin to cry. She couldn't wipe it because she couldn't find her hanker chief.
"I can't help it. You are like a shiny new trinket. I must have you, I must adore you." He pulled a small scarf out of his pocket and walked up to her, patted her face gently, and her neck, pulling the sweat from her. The natural smell of his body was prevalent. It wasn't a fragrance, more like a masculine musk. It put her in the mind of Jeremy, which didn't exactly bring happy thoughts to her, but the familiarity of the attraction was pulling her towards Lorenzo's gravity. He carried a dark yet luminous aura the energy was a suction to her defiance.
Bonnie blushes. His advances are a bit cheeky, but she has never known a man other than Jeremy to be completely forward about his attraction to her. He walks around to the back side of her. Looking around the door to see if anyone is coming.
"Bonnie, is it possible that your relationship with your employer, is more than just friendship?"
"Why do you ask? Have you spoken to him?"
"Well, I suppose I could speak with him. But you are an adult, right. I can just speak to you." Lorenzo says, leaning into her closely. Standing to her left, speaking lowly in her ear from behind.
"I actually am sixteen and, well… it's a very difficult-"
"Bonnie," A concerned voice calls out to her as he watches Lorenzo standing too closely to Bonnie.
She nearly jumps out of her skin initially, thinking it was Damon. She had to catch her breath.
"You frightened me." She says to Stefan as he enters the classroom.
"I guess I am not the only frightening one around here. It seems as though scary things lurk in all corners of the village." He says looking toward Lorenzo
Lorenzo smiles deviously, and kisses the hand of Bonnie before disappearing. "Til tomorrow Mademoiselle." He leaves as quiet as he came and his trail is undetected.
"Bonnie, how long have you been engaging Lorenzo in conversation of such nature?" Stefano concern was, in Bonnie's opinion overstepping his boundaries.
"Stefan, this surely doesn't concern you."
"Bonnie, I know I am not Damon, but you still are to speak to me courteously. Besides, I really don't want to see you get into any kind of trouble with Damon. You know how he can get."
"For your awareness, Lorenzo and I only speak after class. There are no inappropriate dealings between us. I promise you that."
"I surely hope not Bonnie, because Lorenzo strikes me as a deceitful man. He comes off almost as a wolf in sheep's clothing. I hate to see you be punished over a man like him."
"My sweet Frere Salvatore," She caressed his cheek softly and looked in his eyes. "There is no reason for my punishment. I assure you. I do not give Lorenzo the idea that I am open to scandalous relations. I appreciate your concern. I really do.' Her hand cups his face as she looks into his eyes, closely, 'Please just... keep this between you and I though. Alright. Your brother can get worked up for anything, we both know."
"Come again?" Damon walks in on a vision he would kill over. But as it is his brother, he approaches the scene calmly.
Bonnie's hand still caressing Stefan's face, warning him to keep a secret, and Stefan is far too close to Bonnie for his comfort. Brother or not.
Bonnie jumps away from Stefan.
"Monsieur, what are you doing in my class?"
"The class I had built for you? You mean." Brows furrow, face snares. "Why is Stefan on this side of the village?"
"Stefan walks home with me when we don't draw carriage."
"Well, Stefan isn't done for another hour, so why is he here now?" He directs his attention at his younger brother. "Stefan?" He looks angrily at the younger Salvatore.
"Nothing, I just saw a straggler," Stefan looks to Bonnie, "in here loitering around. I was making sure Birdie was okay."
Damon squinted in disbelief. "Straggler? Hmm. Is that so Birdie? He wouldn't be lying to me now would he?" His voice was almost accusatory.
"No. He is absolutely correct. I was being pestered. I am sure it should never happen again." She looks on at Stefan.
"See brother. Nothing to worry about. She is in good hands. I will always look after Birdie. I promise."
Bonnie smiles softly and takes a slight glance up to Stefan. He dares not look down at her though. Damon would look too deeply into it.
"I should hope I am not being lied to. I'd hate to be on the receiving end of my current stresses and frustrations."
"I assure you, Monsieur, you can trust your brother and myself."
Damon looked at Bonnie in irritation. He twiddles his thumbs staring at her, in a very painfully disturbing way. Stefan was uncomfortable for her, knowing his brothers temper. But he knew she would pacify Damon's disturbances by attempting to appease him though her words.
"I really miss you at the boarding house, maybe I should wait for you to complete your tasks today, or I can help you, so you can finish early. We can ride back to the country together, and-"
"No. I have too much to do. Go with Stefan. I will see you in the morning Bonnie." He cut her off abruptly with callousness, and Stefan noticed his disdain towards them both. He hated how Damon had begun treating Bonnie lately. Which is why he made sure to be a good friend to her.
She realized Damon called her Bonnie again. This meant he was distancing himself from her again. She finally got him to let his guard down with her, and now he was putting it back up, drowning himself in anything, that wasn't her.
Damon was under a lot of pressure running the Market Place, and the school in the Village. He, alone, had made arrangements for new developments of the market place. The Village being one of those developments. He was running a tight ship, with new hires and now having to deal with spending so much time away from Bonnie. He wasn't able to really look after her or protect her. He hired Stefan to do a job and on top of that job, he also told Stefan he needed to keep an eye on Bonnie. Stefan had a hard time watching how close he and Bonnie became. Many times, he lost himself in their friendship to the point, he didn't realize she belonged to Damon. Damon still had his eye on Stefan. Which was why Damon had been searching for his own property and land to buy a home. He was going to move out of the boarding house and start on his own. Taking Bonnie with him.
Needless to say, Damon was the last man to anger these days. He had several well laid out plans he was on a mission to complete, and when his mind was set to something he put every effort into carrying out said plans successfully. He was a man with the classic overachiever attitude. He made moves strategically, so that he didn't have to repeat any steps. When he was focused everything else around him was secondary. Including Bonnie right now. Damon's current state-of-mind was goal, task, work, progress, succeed, repeat. Bonnie had fallen off of his list of priorities. Therefore, picking up his slack, were both Stefan and Lorenzo.
She asked for nothing much, accept, his love and affection. He was doing neither.
The sun was working on setting, and the sky resurrected the glow of large crown. The wind barely began to pick up and Stefan was finally finished working for the day. Bonnie waited for him at the center of the Village. When he finally finished work for the day, he and Bonnie walked home. They have become fond of spending time together and talking. They were building a close bond. He especially tried to pick up for the lack of attention Damon had been showing her since finding out about Emily and Jeremy.
"Frere Salvatore?"
"Bonnie I have told you to call me Stefan now."
"I know, it is still off putting. I am sure I shall get used to it soon. Well, I know it has been weeks ago, but I wanted to talk to you about something. Something personal, and I don't want you to mention it to your brother."
"Sure Birdie, what is on your mind?"
"How do I know how to please a man?"
Stefan nearly choked. "Oh my word Birdie. Umm, I-uhh, why ask me? This would be considered inappropriate. My brother would kill me if I engage you in this conversation."
"I have no other men in my life to ask these questions of. Besides Stefan, you have become a best friend to me."
"Really?" He asks with a slight hint of blush to his cheeks.
"Yes, really Stefan." She smiles at him.
"You are my best friend too, Birdie." A chill hit them as they walk through the misty woods, attempting to reach the boarding house before the sun fully sets. Stefan takes off his over coat and puts it on Bonnie. "You look cold, Take over coat. Maybe we should draw carriage next time."
"I suppose you are right." She laughs. "Stefan I know you don't want to talk with me about dealings of a sexual nature, but, after seeing you and Sarah," She removes her eyes from his face and looks down at the leaves covering the ground debris, watching every step and listening to every crunch of ground cover for every step she takes, to distract her from looking at him during this uncomfortable conversation. "After what I witnessed, I could tell you knew what you were doing. Your experience showed."
Stefan has wanted to address that day with Bonnie since it happened a couple of months ago. They had a very intimate connection and since that day, he has made a mental note to talk to her. Right now, he would just focus on answering her questions. He would address her at a later time about her and his interaction. "Is this about my brother?"
"Oui?"
"Is he asking you to engage him in those behaviors?"
"He mentioned it weeks ago. But has since been too busy with work. I assume that one day he may just surprise me and I will be unaware of my duties."
"It will come naturally Birdie. It isn't so hard. You allow your body to move with his body. He will likely control you because you are unaware of what you are doing."
"But what is it like to be intimate? How does it feel?"
"It is like nothing you have ever felt. There is a level of closeness to it." Stefan wakes up to Bonnie and grabs her gently. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in to him closely. "It is similar to the waltz. You see how I am holding you?" Then he moves their body together in unison.
"Oui?"
"I lead you, I make your body move with mine, initially, but as we go…" she is moving with him unknowingly, "we move together. You see ? You begin moving with me and our bodies begin to read each other." Stefan and Bonnie's bodies react naturally to one another. They look into each other's eyes. Becoming trapped inside one another's gaze, they got lost in the moment. The smell of him pressed against her, makes her feel a closeness to him that would get her in trouble. Stefan looks at Bonnie differently then he usually does. He looks at his beautiful friend, not his brothers consort. "It's really, quite a beautiful thing, Bonnie." He holds her close, and she holds him back.
"Oui, mais je pourrais être punie pour cela." (I may be punished for this)
"Je m'excuse." (I apologize) He lets her go and backs away gently. "Bonnie, you shall not fear it. It is a natural thing. In fact, sex is one of the most natural things a man and woman can do." Stefan knows he has overstepped boundaries with Damon's Bonnie.
"If I am to be honest, I would like to wait until I am married, Stefan. Even though I am aware Jeune Salvatore cannot make me such a promise. I simply do not know what I am to do."
"You are a woman, deserving of that. One of the few women I have ever met, truly deserving of such an honorable love."
"Why should I show concern? He pays me no mind anyhow." She offers a formidable, yet sad smile.
"If he pays you no mind, he doesn't deserve you Birdie!"
Stefan and Bonnie connect on levels of two lovers who are also friends. Stefan treats her the way Damon should, in her mind.
Bonnie looks at Stefan, admiringly. "Stefan, I really appreciate you respecting me. All of these years. I appreciate you always being gentle and never hitting me. It means the world that you have never touched me in an impure or dastardly way."
"Bonnie, you were a gift to this family. We all felt it the second you entered our home. As a family, we were broken before you came along. My father didn't make my mother happy, always bedding his concubines, never giving her a daughter. Damon spoke to no one, ever. Not really me, nor my mother or father, and you came and opened him up. You gave me a reason to smile and mature because I had to look after you. Believe it or not, Giuseppe, adores you. We may not be a perfect family, but...You saved us. You held us all together. Why would I ever tarnish you?"
Her eyes watered and she jumped into his arms for a hug. He could do nothing but hug her back. He lifted her and held her as closely to him as he could. This hug was different. Somehow the two of them just formed this bond, that not even Damon could touch.
Three Days later
As Lorenzo approaches the class, he hears Bonnie wrapping up.
"Classe, profitez de vos jours de libre. Que Dieu bénisse votre chemin jusque chez vous."(Class enjoy your days with no work. God Bless your journey home.)
He watches on as the students draw to her. The hot classroom doesn't seem to bother Bonnie. She sweats and works through it. Never a complaint, never a fuss. The students come back day after day because of her hard work, and dedication to them.
"Bonnie, Mademoiselle." Elijah calls out to his student and now fellow teacher, "I cannot stay and do tally with you today. Remember I told you, Je dois emmener Katarina voir le Dr. Fell aujourd'hui pour le bébé. (I have to take Katarina to see Dr. Fell today, for the baby).
"Ahh, Oui. Bien sûr. S'il vous plaît, offrez-lui mon amour. Prions que tout ailles bien." (Of course. Please give her my love. Pray all is well.)She smiles at him lovingly. "Proud soon to be father, take care of her Elijah."
"Of course I will. Ahh, would you like me to pass a message on to Emily for you?"
"No, just that she is in my prayers. That is all."
"Bonne journée Bonnie."
"Bonne journée Monsieur Mikaelson."
Elijah tilts his hat to Lorenzo, "Monsieur St John."
"Elijah," Lorenzo says with the tilt of his hat.
"To what do I owe this pleasure Monsieur St John ?"
"No, remember, we are family. First name basis. Mademoiselle. I wanted to let you know that I think you are doing a marvelous job with the people."
"Thank you Lorenzo. I really appreciate that."
"You work in this hot, dimly lit room. The one window, let's extreme sun in, or if it is cold, the wind blows in, just right." He laughs. "But without a complaint, you have managed to come every day, with that same smile on your face."
Just outside of the door Damon Salvatore stands to listen. As Elijah was leaving, he thought it smart to let Damon know that Lorenzo was at Bonnie's Classroom, engaging her in conversation. He also mentioned that, Bonnie was unaware of Lorenzo presence. So without hesitation, somehow he managed to pull himself away from his work, to make sure no other man was giving Bonnie what he wasn't. So he stood there, silently listening to Lorenzo and Bonnie's conversation.
"Well, I love helping people Lorenzo. It is not a duty or a job for me, it is an honor. I was blessed by the Salvatores with an education. I am able to bestow this blessing to my students."
"Tell me something, love… Why is a woman, such as yourself, with all of this love to give, all alone?"
"Lorenzo, I don't think Jeune Salvatore would appreciate these conversations we have every day."
"So, what? He takes advantage of you. Your kind heart, and loving spirit. Is he your lover, Bonnie?"
"Ahh, you know Stefan will be here any minute." She tenses up and closes her books and begins putting them away in her bag. The tables surrounding her, filled with chairs is making her feel claustrophobic right now.
"I do not care. Stefan cannot scare me away from you."
"Listen, my life is complicated. I cannot explain it to you, but just know, that I'm living a life of purity. Mostly just helping others is my mission in life right now. Bestowing blessings. Haven't you ever wanted to just help someone?"
"Je peux vous bénir avec une vie, où vous êtes aimée et chérie et non traité comme la prostituée d'un, avide de pouvoir l'homme égoïste."(I can come up with a life where you are loved and cherished, not treated as a prostitute for one, selfish power-hungry man.)
"Ne parlez jamais avec un tel dégoût du Jeune Salvatore ou de moi-même!" (Never speak such disgust of Young Salvatore and myself.)
"Don't be angry. I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. I just get angry when I see a woman like you, waiting for your prince. Any man would be lucky to have you."
"I understand that you mean well, but I cannot have this conversation with you. Please I can really be punished for your uncharacteristically, vile behavior. This is not the Lorenzo I have come to know. Please leave now." She asks him, pleading so that neither of the Salvatore's show up in the classroom, during this heated discussion.
"I will leave, but just tell me one thing Bonnie." Dressed in his dark clothing. All black with a grey coat, terribly handsome face, and foreign tongue, approaching her with the manly musk of his, and the low, deep voice that made her want to run away with him to France at times, "Ressentez-vous une attirance pour moi? (Do you feel attracted to me?) Be honest please."
"Oui." Bonnie feels as though she is betraying Damon in these moments. She shutters at her own answers, and she tried to push Lorenzo away but he keeps fighting her.
Damon stands outside of the doors furious. He doesn't speak much French, but since purchasing the market he understands some of it.
"Avez-vous des sentiments plus qu'amicaux envers moi? (Do you have more than friendly feelings toward me?) Honestly?"
"Oui. And I will never act on it. My heart belongs to another. Please never speak of this again."
"Je ne peux pas faire de promesses. Mais je vais rester à l'écart pendant un certain temps. Au revoir, pour l'instant, belle femme de mes rêves." (I cannot make any promises. But I will stay away for a while. Good bye. For now. Beautiful woman of my dreams).
Damon disappears before Lorenzo exits the classroom. Bonnie cries her eyes, out. Her loneliness is getting the best of her. Damon barely notices her, and all the while, every man must stay thirty feet away from her, or he will probably do something horrible to them. She will have to get used to being buried in the confines of her classroom to keep her mind off of her sadness. The wooden walls. The large window. The six long tables each surrounded by eight chairs. The one desk she sits at, in front of the black chalk board. The most important part of the classroom, her students. They were all beautiful and amazing people. They made her long days and lonely nights worthwhile.
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"Lorenzo, I will not say this again, stay away from Bonnie. I am a man of specified territories, and she is a part of mine. I gave you a warning once. I don't allow multiple warnings, but because we are business partners, I am being generous, and also because for some reason she cares for you. But if you so much as touch her, or propose any indecent ideas to her, I WILL KILL YOU! Make no mistake about it. Be mindful to my words."
"It won't happen again, Monsieur Salvatore. My apologies." When Lorenzo speaks he sounds sincere, but there is not real sincerity in his words. The thing about Frenchmen, they don't take kindly to a challenge. Only time would tell what Lorenzo will and won't do for the affections of Bonnie. She gave him just enough to hold onto today, whether or not he defies Damon will depend entirely on him. Although, Bonnie warned him to never speak of this again, he likely would do what he pleased.
Since teaching immigrants at the school, many of Bonnie's house chores at the Boarding house had been over turned to Sarah, and Bonnie became the overseer of the house. The only house duties of Bonnie's that remained unchanged were as Damon's handmaiden. She still was the only person to tend to Damon.
Bonnie attempted to make more of an opportunity to be attentive to Damon once he arrived to the boarding house at night. She made sure to wait to eat her supper with him. He worked very late at the market, and everyone was already finished eating by the time he arrived to the boarding house. She drew his baths, because he needed them after a long laborious day. She waited on him hand and foot until he fell asleep. Then she went back to her quarters to bathe and put herself to bed. Her mornings started before his, and her nights ended after his. His day was more stressful, but her day was surrounded by her own work, along with being his support system. Bonnie, worked her way into being a bigger support system for Damon, because she didn't want them to continue to being as bicker-some as they had normally been.
He finally arrives to the boarding house around ten in the evening. An hour after Bonnie normally goes to bed, but she stays awake until he's home safe. The rebels have been getting wilder lately. After witnessing Bonnie's interaction with both Lorenzo and Stefan in recent weeks, he's on a mission for her and her alone tonight.
"Birdie."
"Jeune Salvatore."
"I am not very hungry today, don't worry about dinner."
"You must eat. You have barely eaten in recent days."
"I do no not want food." He says firmly.
"But-" He cuts her off with a hug.
"I have been neglecting you." Damon's eyes were filled with loneliness. As he searched her greedily for attention. He pulled her body into his closer and his breath smelled mildly of alcohol.
"Where have you been? You smell of bourbon and cigars Jeune Salvatore."
"Do I? I have been at the distillery, I just purchased. Celebrating my business dealings with my new business partners over some spirits."
"Can I pour you a glass of water?" She tries removing herself from his greedy grasp.
"No, I'll take a glass of you, Birdie." His actions are aggressively playful.
"Ahh. Your humor precedes you, Monsieur." Her fighting efforts or no match for his passionate grasp.
"No. I am not joking. I am hungry and thirsty for you."
"We are in the kitchen. The place where the food is prepared, and the drinks are made." She insists, they be careful, because his pushiness is frightening her.
"This is the first place I touched you." Damon says, pressing her against the cabinet, and pressing himself against her. "Do you remember?" Breathing bourbon into her neck.
"Oui." She breaths out her words as her eyes close against his cheek.
"You torture me Birdie. Every day. Watching you, has become torturous." He glides his fingers through her scalp, pulling her into him, making her weak from his touch, feeling hungry for her. Damon and Bonnie share an intimate space pressed against one another, in the passionate driven moment. His eyes closed also, his lips move from her neck and press against her cheek.
"You have been very distant Monsieur. I never see you anymore." Bonnie's body is fighting the urges to allow him to take her in the kitchen. His lips against her cheek, caressing her softly with his mouth, kiss after kiss.
"I want to hold you tonight, please sleep in my quarters with me." His voice is filled with desperation and hunger. His arms are greedy with lust, pulling and tugging wherever he can manage to touch her.
"I am not sure this is such a good idea. If I go to your quarters, we will do much more than we intend to do."
"You can't possibly want to wait until marriage Birdie. You simply can't torture me this way."
"I do, prefer it. Because it will be special. You made a promise to God all of those years ago, remember? A promise to do right by me when I was a little girl."
"I also promised to be your Guardian, we can't possibly follow those rules any longer. Your God father, really Birdie?" He laughs.
"Monsieur, please?" Her arms stay busy fighting off his.
Damon roughly grabs Bonnies arms and pins them down with one arm, touching her inappropriately with the other, because he has had one too many drinks. Damon lifts Bonnie's dress and puts his hands underneath her knickers and begins to feel for his own happy place, between her legs. He has yearned for tasting her and touching her since that night a month ago. His fingers become rough with her she tries not to be defiant in these moments. She allows his greedy fingers to ravage her. Her eyes close and she drops her head forward trying to avoid looking at his crazed face. She wasn't sure what happened to the man from the night they lay together being honest and loving with one another. What happened to the man that fed the birds and ducks with her? Her body was fighting against her, so she allowed it. She accepted his forcefulness. He makes her moan. Bonnie wants to hold her moans back and she bites her lip to aid her in muffling her own sounds. "This is where I belong," Damon says wiggling his fingers inside of her roughly. Her warmth and tightness is driving him crazy, and all he wants to do is everything humanly possible that a man does to a woman. He tickles her clit with his thumb, making her moan again. "You love my touch, don't fight me." He grabs her face by her jaw, lifting her face up, kissing her sloppily. Then reaches to pin her arms back again. He makes his way to her neck and bites her. The fear in her arises, but not to submit. It rose to defend herself. She manages to free one arm and slap him across his face. His angry face once again, striking the fear of God into her eyes.
He pulls away from her angrily. "You dare strike my face! For touching you?"
"You were being too rough with me, you bit me. You must have had too many drinks. I am sorry, please forgive me."
Damon pulls his fingers out of her and grabs her by her arms roughly.
"Forgive you? I'm here, this is what you want, isn't it? My attention! I am giving it to you." He yells. His anger will not be calmed.
"Not in this way. Please stop yelling before you awaken the household." Bonnie can only control so much of Damon's anger. He rarely gets this angry, but she recognizes when he gets this way it is never easy to deal with or to calm him down.
"Do not shush me. I can't do this anymore." He pushes her against a wall and pins his body against her.
"Do what? What do you mean?" She looks every direction but his face as she bites back tears.
"This house, These rules with us. This secrecy. This… all of it!"
"What are you saying? You do not want me anymore?" She asks him.
"I mean, why can't I touch you? You are mine. MINE! My right to your body is anytime I damn well please. Yet, I try to give you enough respect and you are keeping me from you. This will not happen Bonnie Bennett. You hear me?" He lowers his voice and speaks through a clenched jaw. "This ends now."
"What ends now? I haven't done anything, I simply said you were too rough."
His voice raises again.
"Stop! Stop questioning me, making me want to punish you. I wonder, are you pushing me away because of Lorenzo?" He asks as he grabs her by her jaw, squeezing, and forcing her to look at him. "Look at me! Say something."
"Lorenzo, no. I do not love him."
He yells in her face. "Shut up Bonnie. You are a liar. You have feelings for Lorenzo!"
"No. I do not Jeune Salvatore."
"You remember what I said about lying, do you not?"
"I do remember, Monsieur."
"Now I shall ask you again, do you have feelings for him, in ANY way at all?"
"I suppose I am affected by his kindness towards me."
"AHHHH!" he yells through grit teeth. Damon grabs Bonnie roughly and shakes her. "I won't let you do this to us, Bonnie. Not now, or ever. You are never to be alone with Lorenzo again. Is that clear ?"
"Oui. I will never be alone with him again. I am sorry."
"You know what I could do to you right now? Do you?" He speaks angrily at her.
"Yes, I do."
"I could punish you. I should punish you! Your defiance gets you beside yourself, no matter how much I give you or do for you. That school, I built for you."
"Built for me? Or built to pacify your absence from me?"
"There goes that wayward tongue again." His anger outweighs anything in this moment.
"I'm sorry. I do not wish to fight with you."
"Yet you do. You are defiant."
"I am not defiant, I am lonely." She breaks down letting the tears fall.
There is nothing he can say to counter that. He has neglected her. He admitted to neglecting her. But he's on a tirade of anger and refuses to let up on her.
"Do not even get me started on Stefan! You and my brother, with the whispers, and the giggles, and the hugs, and the secretive conversations. I have had enough."
"Monsieur, Stefan and I are best of friends. Do not remove him from my life, he has been all I have lately to talk to. You have no time for me. You are so busy and your life has no place for me. Stefan is all I have right now. Please. No Emmy, or Jeremy, I have not spoken to Elena since everything has happened. I never see Sarah anymore. Do not take Stefan away too." She breaks down crying.
Her crying makes him question her feelings towards Stefan. It angers him.
"Do you love my brother Birdie?"
"Of course, he is kin to me."
"No, do you love him, the same way you love a man that you are intimate with?"
"I have only ever been intimate with you. No, I do not have love him the same way I loe you." At least she doesn't think she does. Stefan's attention towards her confuses her at times. But her heart really has belonged to Damon since he has been home from school.
"Are you lying to me?"
"No, what do you want from me... to just sit alone day in and out waiting until you make time for me? Buy me ways to stay busy so you can stay as far away from me as you can. You allow me to speak to no one, but wait for you, and you don't make time for me. You have shut off your emotions, your closing your heart again. Neglecting me, as if I haven't had enough of that. The only constant part of my heart beat is ripping himself away from me." She yells at him.
"Still you hold on to your virginity from me, as if it matters when I take it. Either way, it will be me and only me. Whether it is tomorrow or ten years from now. I will tell you this, I won't be waiting another ten years, let alone much longer. You are mine Bonnie Bennett. Mine. You will learn." He picks her up, throws her over his shoulders and takes her to his room. "You are sleeping in my quarters tonight. Whether you like it or not."
He carries her over his shoulder all the way to his room from the kitchen. Through several downstairs rooms, including the dining hall, up the grand stair case all the way to his quarters. "Take your clothes off! Don't worry I will not even think of touching you tonight, while you think of another man. But you will sleep here, and you will remain here until I release you."
They slept all night, and he did not touch her or even lay near her. He just slept on the opposite side of the bed, and allowed her to cry all night, with no comfort from him at all. He listened to her cry until she fell asleep. Once she finally fell asleep so did he. He slept many hours into the next day, as his liquor consumed his dreams and weighed in on his head, he was too sick the next day to get out of bed. Bonnie woke up at 4 am as usual to start her day, he refused her. He told her to stay in his bed with him until he released her. He laid there all day and eventually he scooted his way to her and held her for his own comfort. They lay in bed the entire day. This was his punishment to her for feeling betrayed by her.
Two weeks of Secrecy
Damon shows up at the boarding house with an announcement. He gave everyone the day off and hired special help for his announcement. He calls the family and servants to dinner. A big dinner, and celebration for everyone. The entire manor is present for his announcement, no one, not even Bonnie knows what he is going to announce.
"Family, I have gathered every one of you here today to make an announcement."
He looks over briefly to see Bonnie standing right next to Stefan and Stefan is allowing Bonnie to lean on him, and he has his arms around her neck. It irritates Damon, but it makes the announcement he is about to make more fulfilling.
"I have enjoyed my life with you all. I want to thank everyone here who has taught me more than a thing or two about hard work. I have learned so much from you all. Now I have been able to use all of the knowledge and become a successful business man. Tonight I have catered this evening for us all to celebrate. I have purchased a home, and I will be leaving. And I am taking a couple of servants with me. Bonnie will be leaving the boarding house permanently, living with me."
Giuseppe is the first to start the round of applause. He is then followed by the rest of the workers who are excited for the opportunity to see who gets to go with Damon to his new home. Lily, Stefan, Sarah, and Bonnie are all stunned by the news. They slowly filtered in with applause, but Bonnie was heart-broken and had no idea, that he ever intended to leave the Boarding house. He never spoke with her about it. He had been back for close a year from school, and not once a mention of moving.
"Everyone, please grab a glass, and toast with me." He holds up his glass to everyone else with a glass. The Salvatores have about twelve servants total. Everyone has a glass. "Salute."
"Salute."
Damon and Bonnie share eye contact that should have been endearing, but somehow it was more like a claim of possession over her. He smiles at her devilishly and winks. She realizes the tides between them are sure to change without Lily around to impede on their lopsided relationship. Without Stefan to distract both Damon or Bonnie, he will have all of the time in the world to confuse her, and bring about the kind of headache that comes with living with a person with his confusing personality disorder. He will love her one minute, and confuse her the next. He will impose his will one day, and the next day tell her he just wants to protect her. Bonnie's declaration of freedom was the only thing separating her from love. Even if in some backhanded way Bonnie wanted to love Damon forever, he has yet to prove to her, he knows how to love her the way she needs to be loved.
"Bonnie, why didn't you tell me Damon was taking you from the boarding house?" Stefan looks at her confused and hurt by the idea of her leaving.
"Stefan, I swear, I was given no such mentions."
"What?" Stefan is angered. He understands his brother is purposely pulling Bonnie away from him.
"I am finding out just as you are. He has never once told me, nor has he spoken much with me in recent weeks." She says to him swallowing her last since of self. Bonnie is losing the battle to Damon, he is working on breaking her.
"Bonnie are you alright?" Stefan asks as she holds herself in disbelief.
Damon had been gone a lot lately, he had been doing undisclosed business without telling her, and he was making these plans to buy a house and she is finding out now. Bonnie searches the room with her eyes for Damon, he is nowhere to be found.
"I don't know, Stefan. Where is Damon?"
"I don't know. Calm down, come here please." Stefan grabs Bonnie and holds her in comfort. Damon sees this from across the room and his face peels back a bit of annoyance and anger. He disappears.
Lily and Sarah both walk to Bonnie and Stefan, tears in their eyes. "Oh my god my sweet girl. I can't believe you are leaving me. I mean us." Lily says reaching to hold Bonnie.
"She didn't know either mother. She is just as surprised as us all."
"What? Bonnie, he wouldn't do this to you. Would he?"
"It's fine please do not make a spectacle. I should go to my room. I need to be alone."
"Sure thing sweetness. I can walk you," Sarah insists.
"No please enjoy the food and festivities. I understand more of the townspeople will be by. Enjoy your evening Sarah, Stefan, Madame. I just want to be alone."
They all bid Bonnie a good night, hoping to see her again before the night's end. Bonnie does not walk to her room, instead she walks to the garden. There are no birds or ducks in the evening, but he is there. He knew she'd run to the garden, the second she could.
She sits on the grass by the pond, he sits twenty feet behind her on the bench. Staring at her, listening to her hum. He says nothing to her as usual, just enjoys the humming melodies. Bonnie looked up at the night's blackest sky she has ever experienced, watching the constellations. Tears slowly falling down her cheeks, she manages to pull up enough sound to formulate a few words.
"Why? Damon Salvatore!" She calls him by his first name. "Why would you pull me from the only family I have ever known?"
"I am your family now Birdie. It is time for you and I to grow up. Away from the house, away from my meddlesome mother, and intrusive brother."
"Intrusive? He is my confidant."
"He is unnecessarily close to you, i won't have that."
Her heart breaks and she cries silently.
"Lily the only mother I have known."
"She is still in your life, Bonnie. I am not doing anything wrong. You are being dramatic." He gets angry her.
"You don't love me."
"Of course I do. Which is why I'm doing this. You'll understand one day."
"No. This isn't about love. It is about control. You won't stop until you have bent me to your will."
"Stop thinking the worst of me Birdie."
"It's hard when you don't stop doing the worst things."
Damon walks over to Bonnie and stands behind her.
"You can still see Stefan at the village on work breaks. We can take a ride to visit Lily and others once in a while. Emily also, when you're ready. I've told you, you belong to me. I won't share you any longer. Your duties to me are going to increase exceedingly."
She feels such possessive intent when he speaks.
"Why now, Jeune Salvatore," she asks as she "Why not wait until you have more time for me? Why drag me away, to keep me isolated?"
"I'm a selfish man Birdie. I'm territorial. I will protect what belongs to me."
"When will you learn to love and not control me?" She asks.
"When you learn to love and not defy me." He replies.
He lifts her by her hands gently and pulls her to a standing position to meet his gaze. Without much general concern for her feelings, he coldly says to her, "You should spend time with them while you can, we leave in three days." He wipes her tears, kisses her gently and walks back into the celebration.
As Bonnie re-enters the celebration, she notices Stefan sitting down, alone, looking unhappy. Sarah approaches him, grabs his hands and walks him upstairs to his quarters. Bonnie is relieved Stefan has Sarah. She mingles with other servants and notices, Lily is not so happy, as she watches everyone celebrate. Sarah and Stefan seemed to be plagued. Then she notices Damon, watching her smiling like a man who just won the gamble of his life. He winks at her and she realizes he won.
He has officially put his foot down.
She had three more days, before her life changes completely.
A/N Special thanks to my translator. The lovely **Bamonlicious** Thanks so Much!
A/N Ch 6
Jeremy got Emily pregnant. Lorenzo challenging Damon's relationship. Stefan and Bonnie's relationship is getting complicated and very personal. Damon has started drinking, and neglecting Bonnie, driving Bonnie to become defiant. Damon puts his foot down on everyone surrounding Bonnie, exerting control over her by isolating her.
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The next chapter Damon begins his quest to break Bonnie's defiant behaviors. The next couple of chapters, as requested, will be some Dark!Damon