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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 obedience.

Chapter 7 Dominance and the Soft Spoils of Isolation.

*A/N Warning *

I want to thank everyone who follows, favorites, reviews, and reads this story. I work hard on it, and I appreciate all of my readers, and especially their opinions. I noted when I first started writing this, that there would be dark moments as chapter progressed. In fact, the consent warning is at the top of every chapter. Just a heads up this chapter has some dark moments, focused around abuse and sexual situations. I ask that you bear with me and stay with the story. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. (:

Rating M

Bonnie sat in front her brand new vanity, staring at her face. The purple bruise was still fresh near her temple and sore to the touch. She could not bear to look at herself. Even with the beauty that surrounded her by way of luxury. Damon spoiled her, he bought her affections, the only way he knew how with his hectic life. She touched her purple mark with her fingertips and winced. She couldn't believe the fight she put up. When she patted her swollen lip with her wash cloth, a tear fell down her cheek. She was done looking at her flawed reflection. When she stood up, her robe fell down from her body and she gently pushed away from the vanity, headed for the large marble bath she had drawn. When she stepped in the hot water, it took her a few minutes to settle into it, but as she did, she allowed her body to relax and as she melted into her thoughts she let rest overtake her. Her life was painfully complicated. Emphasis on both words.

Tears filtered her pours and silently she broke down alone. If this was what it meant to become a woman, she could stay a girl for the rest of her life. She has only been his wife for one day.

A month ago…

Bonnie packed up the last of her things in her room at the boarding house. Mainly clothing. Damon allowed her to take nothing but her clothes. Even then, he told her she didn't need her clothes. He was to surprise her with an entire brand new wardrobe. The night before Lily came in to her room to brush her hair one last time. She looked at herself in the mirror, remembering the conversation, burdening herself with sadness.

Her last Night in the Boarding house with Lily

"Bonnie, my love, I always thought you would live here until you could no longer take it. Even then I prayed you would live here until I had to force you out." Lily tried to keep the mood light with Bonnie because she was terrified for Bonnie. Her son had turned to liquor for comfort and he was on an emotionless rampage. Lily couldn't help but to feel it was both her and Giuseppe's fault for not allowing him to express himself when he was younger.

"Well, if someone ever decides to Marry me, I pray you will be there to help me. To talk to me, and guide me. You are a beautiful wife to your husband. Loyal, faithful, strong."

"Bonnie, the man you decide to marry will have to know the special jewel you are."

Bonnie wanted to tell her about Damon's promises, and broken promises. She desperately wanted to talk to Lily, but she did not want to betray Damon. Lily waited for Bonnie to talk to her, because she couldn't interfere on behalf of Damon's wishes. But if Bonnie came to her on her own, she would not be interfering. She would be helping Bonnie.

"Bonnie, I ask one request, and I understand if you do not want to fulfill it."

"Oui, Ma'am."

"Would it be too much to ask for you to call me Mother?" Her eyes watered. "I don't know why it has taken me so many years to ask. I have honestly wanted you to call me Mother since you were a little girl, but I was afraid of what you would think. Now, that I fear losing you, I hate the idea of never having asked you to call me as your mother." Lily searched Bonnie for an answer then dropped her head and wept.

"Do not cry." Bonnie cups Lily's cheek.

"I am sorry, I know my request is preposterous, and it is probably undeserving. I just-"

"Ma'ma. Can I call you Ma'ma?" Bonnie asked with pleading eyes.

"Lily's face shot up at Bonnie and smiled. "Yes, sweet child. Of course. I actually much prefer that." She laughed as her sad tears turned joyful. "Ma'ma, it is."

She hugged and squeezed Bonnie. Almost never letting her go. She held her for at least five minutes just crying and connecting with her daughter. By blood or not, she would always be her daughter. When Lily let Bonnie grow she looked at Bonnie whose happy tears turned into sad ones.

"Sweet girl, what is the matter? Why are you so plagued with sadness today? Melancholy has not left you face for days and you are a bundle of emotional nerves."

Bonnie wants to talk to Lily but she can't find the right way to go about without angering Damon.

"This is serious. Bonnie mon amour. Why are you deeply burdened? Talk to me please. Do not leave this house without me knowing what plagues your mind, or heart. I couldn't bear the pain of knowing you are hurting far away from me."

Bonnie had to talk to her she had to open up to someone. Lily let Bonnie's hair out and brushed it gently allowing Bonnie to speak. "Take your time, we have all night."

"Jeune Salvatore. Damon. He plagues my mind."

"Why so child.?"

"Remember when I asked you about loving a man I am not allowed to love, and he loving me, though not allowed?"

"Yes."

"I was speaking of my master."

"Damon?"

"Oui. I am deeply in love with my master and I fear that he will break me."

Lily pauses her motions and looks at Bonnie in the mirror. "Break you?"

"Oui. He wants to change me. Break my spirits, my optimism. He is taking me away on purpose, because he believes we can only truly love one another if we are isolated from you all."

"Bonnie, don't say such things. Please, watch your tongue, if he hears you he will seek to your punishment." Lily knew Bonnie was right but she couldn't speak against her son, because he would surely take it out on Bonnie.

Lily watches as Bonnie breaks down. "I have no one."

"You have me and Stefan sweet girl. You have Damon."

"Never mind. I should have kept my mouth shut. I knew you would not believe me."

"No. Bonnie, I believe you. I do. But I hate to see Damon call to your punishment for speaking against him."

"I am not speaking against him, merely speaking for myself."

"Do you love him?"

"With my whole heart. Of course."

"Bonnie I want you to hold onto something for me. Okay, keep it with you always. Love Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. 1 Corinthians 13:7 and never lose that."

"I won't."

"You do not have to be spiritual to take head in some of the words. Some of the words are like an embrace, when you feel alone, and when you have no one to confide in, read the words and let them hold you Bonnie. They will hold you I promise."

"Ma'ma? What am I to do when he wants me to pleasure him?"

Lily was at a loss of words. She sat next to Bonnie, and spoke. "You are a woman, and your body is your sacred home. The one thing you can control in this world. When he is ready for you to give that to him, it should be after marriage. When he has made his promise to both you and God, that he will protect it as his own. Do not be afraid beautiful girl."

"I am afraid. I fear for the loss of my entire self. It is my body, MINE."

"Bonnie, when you wed your husband you become one. What is his is yours and what is yours is his. His body will belong to you and yours to him."

"I don't understand."

"It is my fault, raising you in a home with a loveless marriage. Well, Giuseppe and I love one another, but as partners, companions. A husband should be a man you love as your soulmate, your true love. When you feel that way, you will understand how much your body is the temple of your marriage. The two bodies nurture the love, the connection will make you feel an intimacy, you have never felt. Which is why you do not share it with another."

"I see. Will I ever become comfortable with the idea of giving myself to him."

"If you love him, you will want to give your body to him, as he will for you."

"How do you feel about Damon and me?"

"If I am being honest, Bonnie… I have always known the two of you would find one another in companionship, romantically. When you were younger, the way you looked at him, there was a sparkle in your eyes, that you only see in real love. He always loved you, from the moment you walked in the door. Love doesn't always have to start romantically. Sometimes it starts with deeply embedded, respect, and adoration. He has adored you since the moment he saw you. I think, maybe I was in denial for years. Trying to raise you as siblings, when in actuality, I was the reason you and he were brought together."

Bonnie looked on in amazement. She had no idea how long Lily had thought about this.

"You were meant to be together. He truly loves you Bonnie. Damon has never loved anything, more than he has loved you." Lily's words have made Bonnie find some comfort in her predicament.

"You are truly the jewel of his eye."

"Lily, when I engage the first time, what will it feel like for me."

"It is unpleasant at first, it will make you feel violated. Then your body adjusts to him, and depending on the type of lover he is, he can make you either love or hate the experience."

"Am I too fulfill his requests whenever he wants?"

"Your husband will want you body at times you don't want to give it to him, but out of love, we oblige, sometimes, the need may not be for us, but for them. A woman's body provides a comfort to a man, a piece of sanity, that as women we may never understand, ourselves."

"I want to enjoy it, but my fear is after he has dealt with his college consort, he will not be pleased by me. My fear is once he has had me, he will not want me anymore. The longer I save myself the longer he will love the real me."

"You must not think that way, Damon isn't just any man, he is the man who will never forsake you."

Lily brushes Bonnie's hair out and Bonnie looks at herself in the mirror. Lily looks onto her also. "Beautiful, simply beautiful. I can't wait until I can dress you before your wedding day. You will be a beautiful bride. "Votre beauté est profonde (your beauty runs deeply)"

"Merci.(Thank you)"

"I shall go to bed, tomorrow brings many opportunities. We will make you a farewell breakfast so that you can sleep in sweet girl. Good night." Lily says kissing Bonnie's head.

"Goodnight, Ma'ma." Lily smile endearingly, and leaves the room becoming overly emotional. Bonnie stare at her hair, the last braid Lily would ever braid. Bonnie shed a few tears, blew out her lantern, and went to bed. Damon allowed her to sleep alone for the last time.

The next day…

Bonnie looked at herself in the small vanity mirror with a level of uncertainty. Although small, and a little rickety, Bonnie loved her antique vanity. When she was a little girl, she remembered how it made her feel like a real life doll, especially the nights Lily braided her hair. One-day Lily offered to buy her a new one, and she refused, she wanted the little old vanity that was built for a young girl, even as she grew in age. Now Damon was forcing her to leave it behind, along with everything she had ever known.

Bonnie walked out of her room with her bag and her over coat in her arm. Stefan come from his quarters and stopped Bonnie, "Bonnie, may I have a word with you?"

"Of course Stefan." He leads her to his room.

"I wanted to give you something. It is a gift for your becoming a young woman. I have no idea when I will be able to give it to you, so I wanted to give it to you today."

"Stefan," She smiles, "We will see one another at the village. Damon swore to it." She says innocently.

"Bonnie, I am not sure you have understood the declaration Damon has made here. He has taken a stance, and let everyone know, by his actions, that we are to take a respective step back. His claim for you has become very prevalent. I have to respect that until he allows you and I to spend time together again. Right now he does not trust me."

"But why? You have done nothing wrong?" Bonnie doesn't understand Damon's motives in forcing his own brother away from Bonnie.

"It doesn't matter, Birdie. When a man takes a stance, all other respectful men, honor it."

"Even if it means you and I can no longer be friends?" She was hurt, confused and saddened.

"It is not forever Birdie, okay?"

"This is unfair. I won't let him be so egregious with our kinship."

"Bonnie, listen to me," She begins to cry. "Don't cry okay. When the time is right, I am sure we will see one another again okay. Don't ever hesitate to come to me and seek a friend if you need, I will always be here for you. I will never turn my back on you." He wipes her tears away, and kisses her forehead. "Here, open it."

Bonnie opens the wooden box and sees a small booklet. With a gold plated pen.

"Stefan this is lovely."

"It is a journal, and a pen. Whenever you need to talk to me, you write me a letter. Mail it, it shouldn't take more than two or three days' time to get to me. I will write you back, if you request. I also left you with a small book of stamps. Enough for more than a dozen letters."

"You, are remarkable Stefan. Thank you. "

"The pen is engraved, read it when you get a chance. Now you should head out, Damon will get angry."

"Serves him right. He was out late drinking again anyhow. He is terrible when he drinks."

"Bonnie, never hesitate to talk to me, confide in me in those letters."

"I won't Stefan." As Bonnie looks up to smile at Stefan he leans in to kiss her good bye, and his mouth never made it to her cheek. Instead a soft steady kiss to her mouth, was his way of letting her know, his love for her was quietly, respecting his brother. After his mouth lingered on hers for a few moments, she backed away from him and put her two fingers on her lips, as if to hold his kiss there. She was in utter shock. "Stefan, you cannot do such things."

"I-I'm sorry. I should not have, you are right. Let me walk you out." He grabs her by the waist and they head to the hallway, down the grand staircase, and out to the carriage.

Damon is not outside yet. Stefan takes Bonnie's bag and packs it on their carrier. It was slightly cold, and he grabbed her over coat and covered her. He then kissed her on the forehead and said his good byes, Lily and Sarah trickled in shortly behind him.

"Don't look so sad family. Everyone has to grow up sometime!" Damon says walking out and looking at Stefan. "Bonnie will be fine. I will see to it, she had everything she needs."

"Except support, and family, right?"

"Do you have a problem with my methods Stefan?"

"No brother. After all…" Stefan whispers in Damon's ear, "She is yours, right? No one else can even look at her."

"The problem with men, is they don't know how to look without touching." Damon's whispered back with a smile. Walking Behind Bonnie, Damon helps her into the Carriage.

As the carriage pulls away, Stefan's fist ball up, and he tenses quickly. Sarah takes notice and approaches him. "Master Stefan, come on, inside. Let me make you feel better. Let me take the pain away."

Sarah has been taking the pain away for the past three days for Stefan, allowing him to take all of his anger out onto her body. She was his consort and she gave her body to him freely. Bonnie did not belong to him and she never would. She was faithfully loyal to Damon.

Bonnie and Damon speak few words to one another in side of the carriage. He can sense her timid nature and he moves over to sit near her. Damon pulls a flask out of his jacket and sips his whiskey. "Birdie, fair Birdie. Do not fret. I assure you that I have taken note of your words weeks ago. Time is not always guaranteed to us. I have neglected you and you do not deserve that. It will all change today. You and I are spending the entire day together, and the entire night. Just the two of us." He grabs her hand and speaks to her without looking at her. He just looks in her direction out of the same carriage opening she is staring out of. She holds his hand loosely and tries to remain optimistic, although he has stripped her of some of her optimism. Her spirit is lit dimly by the torch of their love, and they fight to keep it as bright as they can.

When he realizes how loosely she holds his hand he turns to her, angrily, "Why are you not holding my hand?" He asks as he squeezes her hand.

"I did not realize. I am sorry."

He squeezes her hand then brings it to his lips to kiss. His kiss was frighteningly disturbing. As the ride was coming to an end, Bonnie noticed they were getting closer to the shoreline. "Are we near the sea?" She asks.

"Not quite. The sea is another little ways East. I can take you one day, if you'd like."

"I would love to go Monsieur. I would love to visit the sea." Her face lit up again. He hasn't seen that light in weeks.

"You will be pleased to know the Manor I have purchased for us, sits on a lake. You can walk to the backyard every day and sit at the lake and feed the birds and the ducks, Birdie." Just as freely as he speaks, they approach the large home on the lakeside.

Bonnie's eyes widen with fascination. The carriage stops and Damon gets himself and Bonnie out. She looks among the home, that is the size of a small castle. The beautiful laid brick and the vines that cut across some of the walls are striking against the sky and all of the greenery. They left the grey skies in Mystic Falls and came to the sunny backdrop of Haven Point. Bonnie felt like she was possibly looking into a positive situation, because the beauty that surrounded her was the kind that made dreams come true, and held kept promises.

"Do you like it?"

"J'aime cela. C'est magnifique. ( I love this. It is magnificent)."

"This is for you and me Birdie."

"Me? No, this is your home. Purchased with your money."

"Yes. For us Birdie. This is for us. I wanted to surprise you with something else, but it can wait until later.'

"Us?"

She stood in the large yard, and turned around to him. He approached her with his tender strength. "This is just as much your home as mine. I bought this private land, and there are no other homes around for miles and miles. So we have privacy and we do not have to deal with disturbances. It is nothing but a carriage ride through the country for Lily or Emily to visit you."

She glances over his face, wondering how this is possible.

"Come, let me show you the inside."

After Damon takes Bonnie inside, he shows her the beautiful craftsmanship of the custom build. Some of it was designed by himself, with her in mind.

He had a library built for her. She had an entire marble bathroom in their bedroom built for her with a large Marble and gold vanity. She had a brand new wardrobe, and a newly planted garden, with a small pond so she could feed the ducks, and birds and fish. He bought and built property on a lake, so she could have the water and the sun at her disposal.

"I bought this property, and I had it restructured. When I have been out of town, I have been here, little bird. I have been here building the home. You used to dream of as a young girl, the home you always told me about"

"You remembered?"

"Of course. My purpose on this Earth is your happiness."

(Flashback)

Giuseppe Salvatore was a man with no sense of humor as he aged. He had a rough time being someone his family sought for happiness. He was the strength, and the protector. He set the rules and was always about his business and finances. He made sure to raise Damon in his image. As a young man, Damon hated how his father treated him, his mother, his brother, and especially Bonnie. He hated it, and even despised Giuseppe for years.

"Giuseppe why must you come home so late?"

"Lilian, how else will I make money to pay for your luxuries and obscurities?"

Lily looks at her husband with disdain.

"You want these boys to go to the finest schools, and have the best education? How do you suppose I pay the servants? I work, when I work. There is no set time. I go where the money is."

"So is that why you smell of liquor and cigars?"

SLAP!

"You questioning me again Lilian?" Giuseppe hit her face so hard she fell to the ground. Damon stood there as his father hit his mother, and kneeled to her side to help her up.

"Boy, stay out of matters between your mother and me. She is my wife. I will do as I please. You help her up, you are allowing her to believe a wicked tongue is acceptable behavior, and I will not be questioned. I AM THE MAN OF THIS HOUSE! I provide the living, and until someone else steps up and takes my place, not a got damn soul can question me! Do you all understand?"

Stefan and Damon nodded their heads.

"I will take a switch to you both if you don't answer me. Use your voices, I won't tolerate disrespect. When I speak to you, you speak back! Am I clear?"

"Yes Sir." Both boys said in reply.

"Get yourself together Lily. Watch that mouth of yours."

Lily stands herself up and holds her face. Just as Bonnie walks in, Bonnie notices Lily's swollen face. "Ma'am are you okay?"

"Yes child! Don't be nosy. Run along now. Finish your chores."

"I did ma'am!"

Lily's impatience with Giuseppe makes her take it out on Bonnie, she spanks Bonnie. "Run along Bonnie! Now!"

Bonnie cries, and runs to the garden as Damon chases after her.

"Bonnie?" He walks slowly through the garden in search of her. When he finds her she is huddled in a ball with her head between her legs. "Bonnie, come here. It's gonna be alright."

He holds her and tells her to think of a happy thought. A thought that she thinks about whenever she wants to be happy. She tells him about her castle. By the water, the sunset and the flowers.

"When I am big, and I am someone's wife, I want a castle by the water with lots of flowers, so I can watch the flowers bloom in the spring, and the most beautiful sunsets every night. I want to swim in the water when someone teaches me."

"Why do you want these things my little bird?"

"Because they always give me peace. They make me happy. They make me feel free."

"Really? If that is what you want, I think that sounds beautiful."

He watched Bonnie's tears dry up. She didn't deserve that spanking, but that was the affect Giuseppe had on the house. His angered ricocheted through everyone. Accept Bonnie. She stayed as bright a light as she could.

Bonnie fell asleep in Damon's arms and he took her into her room and laid her down on her bed. He kissed her head and tucked her in.

Damon grew bitter of Giuseppe's ways. He despised his father's anger.

Then Damon went to college. In college, he learned the ways and the fluctuations of the world. He learned the importance of handling his slave, why it was important to address his authority early on, and never to let his slave believe they had any power, because the minute they did, the slaves lost respect for the master. The school groomed him to be the same with his wife. You see there wasn't much difference between a slave and a wife, accept the wife got his last name.

Damon's slave Celeste was groomed to be a model slave. She was to be exactly what he needed, at all times. The university even paid her extra to defy him, so he could practice punishments.

One night Celeste was told to wake up the following morning and defy most of the orders given to her by Damon. She would endure his punishments, and he would learn from the experience. Damon never knew Celeste was told to defy him, but he had a hard time punishing her initially. He would let her defiant behaviors go. He would find ways to pacify her behaviors.

"Master Salvatore, I know you are fearful of punishing me, but the university pays me very well to endure your punishment, I assure you I will not hold anger towards you for whooping me or hitting me."

"I just don't think physically hurting you is the only way to get you to obey me. I assure you we can work boundaries of respect without me violating you. You are a woman, and as a man I surely know I overpower you."

"Yes, my Master, but in my experience, a soft backside means a hard head. I am to be a strong person, with good discipline. As long as you do not abuse your power, you will be doing me a favor. A person of authority needs to keep their power, signs of weakness makes you pitiful representation of strength. Power is your goal, in this society. How would other men in a position of power view you if you had such a soft disposition?"

"I suppose you are right." His hands shook as he stood forced to punish her.

"And as a slave I want to work for the powerful man, not the weak one. The powerful man will fight and be strong, though he will punish me he will always protect me if I am loyal. You see? A weak master is surely to set me up to be a soft failure."

Her English wasn't as clear but the gist of her broken tongue got the message across to him.

She role played with him, slightly. She pushed him and told him she hated working for him.

"... And I will never lift another finger to serve you again!" She yelled

Damon held his disdain in the pit of his stomach and pulled up his memories of Giuseppe growing up, and struck her in her face with the back of his hand. The initial look she gave him was utter pain, and it hurt him to see it, but he walked away and told her to pick herself up.

Damon typically bedded her every time he punished her, it soothed his own mind. Number one, it re-connected them, and number two, appeased his ideals of control. He believed if he bedded her she would forgive his abuse.

Celeste forgave Damon, it was her job. In fact, she was drawn to the abuse, she eventually did things often to be punished by him so he would have sex with her. She liked him to be rough and controlling during their experiences. She loved it, which traced his idea of a master slave relationship.

Then he came home and Bonnie was the opposite. She defied him, refused him, and still loved him. She made his head hurt. Should he love her as his kin, the woman he wanted to marry, or should he keep his relationship with her business like he did with Celeste?

Either way, he came home with an appreciation for all of his father's hard work. He took back every hateful thought he had about his father realizing what a hard-working, leader his father was. He was groomed to be like Giuseppe Salvatore. After all, Giuseppe was wealthy, achieved, successful, with a family. He's never met a stronger man, to model himself after.

But Bonnie was where his world crashed and was built back up, all at once.

(End flashback)

Bonnie shook her head in disbelief. She would have never thought someone would have a home built or modeled for her. This wasn't possible. It wasn't. "No. This can't be true?" She was more than happy.

Damon grabs her hand and leads her to the outside of the back of the home. The Daylight fades and the sun sets on the lake. He has lanterns lit all around and one picnic blanket in the middle of the large grassy area. Damon leads her to the blanket as the lake glistens in the most beautiful light of the golden sunset and the mauve colored sky. Yellow roses sprinkled over the grass. Yellow was her favorite color. Such a beautiful sight to see. Everything was perfect.

"Jeune Salvatore?"

"No more."

She was unaware of what he meant.

"No more Jeune Salvatore. I am a man. The man of this Manor, I am not a young boy anymore."

He leads her to the blanket and sits her down. He looks at her adoringly. Her dress came across her chest, and her full neck and shoulders were exposed. The dress was lilac and her hair was pinned up with loose curls, so that her entire neckline could be out. Damon glanced at the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders and rubbed his long fingers across her skin.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey. He drank it rather fast. He looked at her preparing himself for a speech. She was so soft and fragile. She had minimal experience in the world, and yet she intimidated the hell out of him. He poured a second glass of whiskey, and drank it. He was nervous.

"Why are your drinking?"

"Celebration."

"No need for spirits. Enjoy the calmness, and the beauty of what is around you. Delight in life, please." She pleads with him.

"Listen, I assure you that I am simply nervous. You make me so nervous. Birdie, my love." He looks at her in a way she has never seen him look. He looked unsure, nervous, and insecure. Have I showed you a beautiful time today?"

"You have Monsieur. A beautiful day, a beautiful life. Don't ruin it with the spirits."

Damon grabs Bonnie by her hands as they sit. "Birdie, I have spent several month preparing this Manor for the woman who owns my heart. The only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I look at her every day, and I realize I do not deserve her, but for some reason she loves me. I went four years without her and I can't go another day, now. She is you, my Beautiful Bird."

Damon grabs her by her chin and scoots closer to her, looking deeply into her eyes. "I told you I needed time, and I stayed away. Many nights, I stayed away, neglecting you. I apologize. I was working on making a life for us, financially, and building you this home. Forgive me, my love is not perfect. I know I have hurt you, and I am sorry. But you, you are the light at the end of my tunnel every day. Knowing you were waiting on me, is what kept me going. I can't be without you. Bonnie Bennett, I don't want to be without you. Will you do me the honor, of being my wife?"

Bonnie chin wrinkled up and her lips shook. Again, she felt total disbelief. Covering her hand with her mouth, she looked up at him as he pulled out the box. He opened it and there in the middle of all of its glorious beauty, was a gold ring and a diamond and two smaller ones next to it. "Oh… my." She said crying.

"The three diamonds symbolize, past, present, and future. I want you forever. Please say you will have me?" His eyes tear up and turn red, and he looks at her with every bit of need.

"Are you crying, Monsieur?"

As he loses confidence in his chances, his face drops, and she lifts it up. "Oui." Nodding her head in excitement. "Oui, Mon Amour. (Yes. My Love)" He jumps up picking her up with him. squeezing her as if he'd never let her go, because he would, never…let … her go.

He pulls back and stares at her, "You have no idea how happy you have made me. I am the luckiest man alive."

In his excitement he pours another glass of whiskey. "Have a drink with me, my love. Be merry with me. I am happy, aren't you?"

"I am happy, beyond it. I should make you dinner, The first dinner in our home."

The sun is almost set and Bonnie decides to cook dinner. She realizes he is becoming drunk, and she forces herself to stay away from him for a couple of hours. When she is done with dinner, she has no appetite. Damon has drunk himself into a blissful state-of-mind. He stays outside until the sun is fully set then he blows out every lantern. His bottle of whiskey is gone.

He stumbles a bit around the yard. She hears his glass fall and break. It causes her to jump in her own skin. Bonnie did not prepare herself for this. She prepared for his controlling ways, she prepared for his busy schedule. She did not prepare for a drunken Damon.

"I made stew and a fresh loaf of bread. Please sit. You need to eat, nurture your body."

"It smells delightful, but I am not hungry."

He is inching closer to her. She always has terrible luck with Damon in the kitchen. She walks away from him and sits herself beside his place at the table. "Please, eat with me. Jeune Salvatore."

"Don't call me that anymore. I am not a young boy. I am a man."

"Sorry. Sir."

"Sir?"

"Master Salvatore."

"What is wrong with you, why are you stumbling on your words, what are you nervous about?"

"Nothing. I just want to have dinner with you."

"Look at you," He walks to her and stands her up. "You are so beautiful and you are mine. My future wife." He leans in to kiss her. She turns her cheek to him. He is sloppy drunk and aggressive.

"Are you out of your mind?" He roughly turns her face back to him. "No more. Stop denying me."

"Okay my apologies." She apologizes just to soften his harsh gaze. He is looking at her predatorily. Then she tells herself that kissing him in this moment will sate him temporarily.

"Birdie!"

Her lips connect to his and she wraps her arms around his neck. "calmez-vous, s'il vous plait (calm down. please)."

"ENGLISH!" Got damnit, English!"

"I said calm down, Please."

"No, I will not calm down. Why? You think I am going to wake up Stefan, or Lily?" He laughs devilishly. "Wouldn't that be a good excuse for you this time Birdie? This is my house, where I can do whatever I please." His blue eyes looked so scary, so ghostly. Bonnie had looked at a man possessed in these moments. A man with intent to claim.

"Kiss me." She tries to pacify his desires with small intimate gestures. He looks at her with confusion but obliges her. He kisses her greedily. His suction on her lips is just right, pulling her from within herself. Loosening her up.

"I want you."

"We have been acting presumptuously. We need to-"

"No, we need to stop thinking and just act on our feelings. Birdie, I am here for you and only you. What more could you want from me? Marriage? I am giving you that. I need this, I need you. I am a man, and I have desires, you torture me every day!"

"You said you would be patient with me." Bonnie's eyes water, she is fearful and alone.

"Don't you dare cry." He shouts.

"But-"

He rummages her body with his hands. Roughly. "Patient, I have been home almost a year. I think I have been patient. You are almost seventeen."

"You are being too rough, slow down."

He grabs her by her arms and pulls her alongside him, "Come on Birdie, I have yet to show you your sleeping quarters." He walks to their room allowing her the opportunity to mentally prepare herself, he is also drunk and stumbling so she holds his body up to walk as much as her small frame can handle.

As Bonnie walks through the Manor she realizes how big it is, she could get lost in it. She walks the stairway slowly and before she reaches the top, Damon drunkenly says to her, "Everything I do, is for you." His sloppy lips glide across her cheek. He lifts her up and carries her the rest of the way. When he opens two double doors he walks her through and puts her back onto her feet. He turns and locks the doors.

He begins to undress himself and speaks to her.

"This is our room. Yours and Mine. You will sleep in here with me every night, Birdie. Every night!"

"It is a most lovely bedroom, thank you." She says with a shaky voice. The bed post was made of ivory and the floors were marble. He custom made her new vanity, which is why he made her leave her old one behind. He was planning on making her leave everything behind. Her defiance, her attitude, her fear of loving him, and letting him love her.

Damon sit on their large bed naked. "Come here Birdie, I want to teach you something. Take your clothes off." As she undressed he got hard.

"Kneel before me."

He kneels her down before him while he sits on the edge of their bed, with his rock hard erection in her face. "Give me your hands."

"What?" She says as her hands shake.

"Your hands, put your hands on me."

Bonnie's hands shake and she quivers. He is nude and she is seeing all of him for the first time, and this is her first experience touch a man's organ. Her entire body goosebumps, with tense nerves. She hesitantly puts her hand on him, "Wrap your hand around it." When she wraps her hand around him, her fingers do not meet as a circle, rather there is a rather god sized gap between her thumb and index finger. His erection intimidates her, and makes her feel as though he will not be a comfortable partner to engage in sexually. She felt pain in her lady lips, when she looked at his size. He tightens the grip with his own hand and her second hand. "Yes. Like that." He then keeps both of his hands over hers moving them up and down with a perfect grip. "Yes, just like that." He makes her stroke him up and down. He watches her face as she becomes amazed at what she is doing to him. All the while her arms shake at the movements. "Tighter." She squeezes and continues as he takes his hands off of hers. "Faster." He watches her do it by herself. "Beautiful, you are beautiful. Keep going. This is perfect." He watches in amazement as she gets into it, knowing how it makes him feel she concentrates on what he seems to like. His head falls back. He bites his lips. Her hands are working him beautifully.

"Am I doing it right? Am I pleasing you?" She wants to please him and make him happy.

"Yes. You are perfect darlin'. So perfect."

He is becoming rock hard in her hands. He marvels in her hands on him. When he looks at her again her mouth drops at how well she is doing. He watches her mouth and speaks to her, "Yes. Open your mouth."

"What?"

"Open your mouth wider," Damon reaches for Bonnie's head and pulls it toward him. "Put it in your mouth and let your tongue caress it."

"Damon, I don't -"

"Do it. Open your mouth!" He says again caressing her lips with his thumbs, gently prying her lips open. "Wider Bonnie."

She opens her mouth slowly, and hesitantly. She was afraid to fulfill his request.

As she lowers her head he directs her motions with his own hands. He uses her mouth in perfect motion.

His moans become louder and they turn to grunts. Her warm mouth, soft lips, and wet tongue work him beautifully. "You are doing beautifully Bonnie. Go a little faster." Bonnie nearly gags on him, she has no idea what she is doing. He continues directing her, "Relax your throat Bonnie." He says as he gently coaxes her throat to accept him, pushing inside of her mouth a little more, causing her to gag again. He smiles.

"Monsieur, I can't do this, I think I might vomit."

"Bonnie, Stop. You are going to do this. Relax! I am going to be your husband. Now call me by my name!"

"Okay Damon."

"Open your mouth again." He demanded harshly.

She does, and she keeps following his directions perfectly because she doesn't want to mess up. She wants to please him. His moans are getting louder and his hands are moving her head quicker. "Yes. Yes. Right there." He bites down on his lip, and grunts. He pauses before he cums in her mouth. Bonnie almost chokes it up. "No no! Swallow it." He demanded. She shook her head no, and then he put his finger to her lips and nodded his own head.

In one gulp Bonnie swallows the substance and says nothing. "Oh my god my beautiful girl. You did perfectly." He lifts her to him kisses her feverishly and pulls her back against him to lay on their bed. Their naked bodies hold each other. Bonnie doesn't know what she just did, or if what she did was good or bad. She had no one to ask, but Damon. For all she knew, Damon could have made her do a despicable act. She was unsure but she knew she was going to lay there and count her blessings that she did not lose her virginity tonight, as he was fast asleep thanks to her magical hands and mouth. She vowed to herself she would do that every night until they got married to hold on to her virginity.

Bonnie was distracted the next morning, when she heard someone at the door. It was a telegram from the Salvatores.

"Our Handsome boy, and our Dear sweet girl,

Congratulations on the engagement. We have all known about the proposal for weeks. Damon asked for blessings from, Giuseppe, Myself and Emily. We all gave him our blessing. We have begun wedding preparations already. Many years of blessings, from the Salvatores. Your Family.

With love,

Liliana(Ma'Ma), Giuseppe, Stefano, Salvatore and the rest of the family at Salvatore Manor.

Bonnie smiled to herself. She was still very much in shock that Damon bought a house for them and proposed to her. Long arms snaked around her and pulled her in close. "You left me in the bed alone?"

"Good morning Monsieur."

"Call me Damon, we are alone, and it sounds beautiful on your tongue." He says as he walks up behind her kissing in her neck. "What happened last night? All I remember is asking you to be my wife, and you saying yes."

Bonnie did not want to remind Damon of the act she committed with him, she was unsure how he would perceive it, knowing she did it. " I did, and I am to be yours, forever." She leans into him and kisses him.

"Forever! Sounds about right. Was there more that I should remember?" He smiles at her adoringly.

"No. We ate dinner together. Our first dinner in the Manor. I cooked for us. Then we lay together in one another's arms all night."

"No wonder I slept so well. I am truly happy. I can't wait to make you my wife." He takes her in a passionate kiss. His kisses become consuming and heated. He gets very hard against her. Once again, he is greedy. He lifts her up and takes her back to their bed. "I am in the mood to break some rules today, my little bird."

He took her into their bedroom and continued what they started the night before; teaching her how to please him. He would surely return the favor because he loved pleasing her.

Two weeks…

Two weeks of bliss go by. Damon has been attentive to Bonnie. He has been loving, and he has cut back on his drinking, also Bonnie forces him home directly at dinner time, putting her foot down on the distillery late nights. Bonnie and Damon lay in their bed together, asleep. She held on to his body as the sun crept into their bedroom. She still couldn't believe she was lying in their bed in their home. They had a big day ahead of them. They were to prepare their home for guests over the next few days. Lily would be visiting tomorrow for Bonnie's fitting, and help with planning the wedding. Lily would bring Sarah with her. Damon wanted to push things along. He waited for his bride to be, long enough. He was becoming impatient with her. As their bodies lay in bed, his body swallowed hers and she was looking for a reason to escape his loving hug and get herself ready to start her day. Suddenly someone is at their front door, and since they don't have any servants she had to be the one to answer the door.

She slithered out of his grasp and put on a dress for the house, she looked in the mirror, and she had woken up flawlessly beautiful. Her hair still up and her green eyes were greener if that was possible. She walked passed her sleeping lover and to their front door.

Bonnie opened the door and it was a telegram. From the Mikaelson's.

Damon Salvatore & Bonnie Bennett,

Congratulations on a blessed engagement. We are happy for you both. We will see you at the wedding. May you keep one another happy for many years to come and on every occasion.

With Sincerest Love, Mr. and Mrs. Elijah Mikaelson

Bonnie decided to cook breakfast for him while he lay in bed asleep. Damon notices Bonnie's absence almost right away, whenever she leaves their bed. Now that they share a bed, he keeps a far closer eye on all of her movements, especially when she gets out of their bed. Damon walks into the kitchen behind her, and becomes inappropriate with her. His appetite for her is growing more so since they have moved to the Manor in Haven Point. She manages to keep him satisfied with the things he has taught her, and allowing him to return such favors to her. But she knows the underlining idea, is for her to warm up to accepting is body. Damon Bends Bonnie over the counter top and lifts her dress.

"Damon, my love. Not in the kitchen."

"Stop, it is just you and me."

She fiddles with her hands trying to push his face away from her. He pulls at her knickers and spreads her legs. She fights him off of her. "Damon."

"I just want to taste you. Surly you can oblige my appetite for you."

"Damon, patience. Please? I say we eat breakfast, then we go to the garden feed the birds and talk. Please?" She begs.

He stands up, reluctantly. And agrees against his own wishes. "Surely my love."

Bonnie sits Damon down, and pours him fresh squeezed Juice, a he awaits his breakfast. He watches her maneuver around the kitchen. When she turns her back he reaches for his flask and pours whiskey into his orange juice. "We will hire servants so you no longer have to work in the house Birdie."

"No, I do not mind. I like to work."

"No. You will not work. You are going to be busy working at the market place with me, and you will be tutoring for a while, until we start a family. Then I want you to stay home and rest."

"Family?"

"Yes. You will be my wife. I want children. Don't you?"

"I do. But…"

"But it is the way things are."

Bonnie leaves the subject and continues with his breakfast. "The wedding will be here before we realize."

"Yes, just over a week?"

"Monsieur, there is no time."

"Trust me, Birdie. This has all been being planned for longer than you know. I plan everything carefully. I will have your favorite flowers, and your favorite colors, and all of the people you love will be there."

"What?"

"Yes. Even Emmy."

"How could I not have known all of this?"

"I kept you busy at the market place, and with Stefan."

"I see. You surprised me. I thought you were busy neglecting me. You were busy planning our wedding. Will you be here tomorrow?"

"No. Remember, Lily will be by tomorrow with a seamstress and once your measurements are done, she said it should take four days-time to have it finished. You can tell her how you want it cut."

"The wedding will take place on the Salvatore boarding house Garden, your favorite place growing up."

She smiles. They share silence for a little while, then she finishes his breakfast and serves him, then she eats with him.

"It will be this way every day, you and me. No distractions and no more interference." He says to her.

Bonnie reaches over to kiss him. His breath smells of alcohol.

"Damon, did you drink today?"

"What? Why?"

"I smell it on you."

"Birdie, why don't you go out to the garden and wait for me. I will clear the breakfast able and then I will meet you outside."

"Surely." She says with an optimistic tone.

When Bonnie walks outside, Damon begins to drink heavily on his flask. He watches her as she feeds the ducks and birds in the beautiful new garden he has had planted for her. All of the seedlings haven't fully sprouted, but the idea was formed, and he beauty of it, awaited Bonnies green thumb. She would surely grow and nurture the garden. Damon knew if anyone could, she could. He admired her, loved her, wanted nothing or no one but her.

After they have sat and fed the ducks a while, they make their way back into the Manor. They spent an early part of the day laughing, and being loving with one another. Bonnie loved a loving Damon. A happy Damon. A giving Damon.

"It is awfully hot outside." Her body perspires through her dress and her bosom is soaked in her natural salted water. Damon watches as Bonnie's body produces sweat and perspiration and not only does it turn him on to her, but her smell is captivating him now. They head into the house where she realizes she needs to change and bath. She looks to him to excuse herself.

He says nothing just looks at her, picks her up and takes her to their room, shutting the door.

"My little bird, do you love the extravagant things I have furnished you with?"

"I do."

"Your new vanity made of Marble and gold, your large bath, your brand new wardrobe, a closet filled with brand new dresses, in every color and design. Do you love all of the perfumes I have sent for you? You see these fresh roses and tulips? I will have them for your fresh every day, my love. Everything for you? You deserve all of the spoils, all of the luxuries. You are deserving."

All of the beautiful things he had for her, she couldn't help but to wonder if this was all for some deeper cause. Was he trying to pacify some God awful behavior? Was he buying her silence, or her company?

She is snapped out of her daydream of the beautiful room before her. "I am talking to you my love."

"Yes, Monsieur?"

"Take off your clothes. I want to see your body on our bed."

"But-"

"Do not defy me Birdie."

She refused to be defiant, because defiance lead to punishments. She obliged his wishes and began unbuttoning her dress. He walked behind her and helped her. She slowly undressed as she cried. He could barely hear her muffled cries over his thumping heartbeat, from his heavy alcohol intake.

Damon kissed her shoulders. Her body shook at his touch.

"I'm n-not ready for th-this." She stutters.

"Shh. I will help you." Kiss to the other shoulder. "You are moving too slow, Birdie" He ripped at her dress, causing her to jump.

"Don't rip my dress." She said to him as he was angering her.

"Shh." He pulls her dress down. He stands behind her naked.

"Stop this, please."

He turns her roughly to face him holding on to both of her small wrists.

"Your body is beautiful." He pushed her back on the bed, then climbed on top of her. "Sei mio (You're mine)." He kisses her body hungrily and all she can smell is his alcohol. His lips trail the areas of her skin where she is most sensitive to his touch. He kisses the crease of her groin, trailing his tongue along the warmth of her skin. "Sei Mio" He says again. As if he needed to re-iterate it."Ogni pollice di voi. (Every inch of you)." His mouth continues on her.

Damon drags his tongue up Bonnies hip, and slowly trails her with his saliva until he meets his tongue to her nipple. Gently massaging her with moist circles until her nuipples harden. Her body is so responsive to him, she can't help but to feel wet from his touches. He lets his teeth gently tug at Bonnie's nipples, making her fear that he may bite them, but he teases them for minutes at a time each. Paitently pulling her arousal out of her. She shook hard, and he revelled in it.

"Are you afraid?"

"Oui."

"English!"

"Yes."

"Why?" He asks looking her in the eyes directly.

"I am a virgin Damon. I want to wait for my wedding day." She says without blinking.

"I refuse to wait anymore." His deep whisper forced itself into her ears. Damon kisses her around her neck and down her body. He grinds his body against her, allowing his dick to get hard on her. "You demanding I wait. I can't. I won't." Kiss after kiss, he covers her body. Smelling her natural fragrance and enjoying her naked body. "I have waited for you since before I knew I loved you. A life sentance you have served me. Making me want you more, and more, everyday."

"You are drunk, and you will regret this tomroow" She uses her hands to cover her breasts. This angers him and he snatches each arm open, pinning it down. He looks at her with a devilish snarl. Then with both of his knees he pries her legs open enough for his reception.

"This will be the first of many encounters we have. For the rest of our lives to be exact." He looks her deeply in her eyes and tries to calm her fears with his voice. "I'm going to make love to you, my little Birdie. Okay?" His mouth finds its way to her nipples again, he helps he rto get wet again.

She nods her head yes as the tears fall down her face. It broke his heart to take her, before she was ready but she was his and this was the way of the world.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes."

"I will try to be gentle, but just know, my hunger for you is far greater than my control right now. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"But I love you, and I want you to remember that always. I have every right to your body, whenever I want it. Do you understand?" He speaks calmly, in his drunken state, kissing her all over.

"Oui, I mean yes."

"It will hurt at first, but after that it will feel good, so good you won't want me to stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Are you still afraid?"

"I dont know." She cried, allowing her lips to shake.

With her arms pinned down, he prys her legs slightly further apart with his knees. He awaited her entrance in a teasing manner, forcing her to tense up. She clenched every muscle in her body with fear. The second she felt his dick touch her she squirmed, and made a sqealing noise come from her mouth. Her eyes grew wide with shock, as fear overtook her.

"No. No. No. This will not happen. I beg of you Jeune Salvatore."

"Got damnit, don't call me that Birdie. What's my name?"

"Damon."

"In this bedroom, don't dare call me by any other name. You understand me?"

"I do. I am sorry." She bites her lips trying to stay strong, because the tears are uncotrollable at this point.

Damon shhh's her with his finger. While he hauntingly teeters her entrance. He allows the tip of his dick to poke her. Once, twice, three times, making her squirm every time. Until he feels some wetness from her, he focusses directly on the heat she is releasing. The head of his manhood, peirces her entrance with a slow yet vigorous force.

His mouth drops open, and his eyes roll to the back of his head, as he pauses to catch his own breath. She feels her barriers slowly stretch, and he is making it more painful, by going so slow. "Oh, God you are tight. Still sealed tight by God for me. You are perfection." He bites his lips as he slowly allows his head to awake her insides before pushing again. "Ahh, you are burnin' up." Her heat has trapped him in a trance. He has become a viscious predator. The baby soft skin, of his hard erection contradicts its force. A rounded force pushes at Bonnie's openning, and her muscles squeeze him breahtless.

His manhood had peirced her openning slighly and the wider part of him is trying to get through, "Yes, my love, relax, let me in." His eyes squeeze closed as he focusses on pushing very slowly, and not cuming. The fat part of his head works it's way in, and is almost all the way through her barrier, until she squeezes him out.

His face turns angry. He forces her arms down with even more strength. Damon grits his teeth and tells her, "Don't force me out, or I will have to force myself in. If I have to force myself in, it wont feel very good my little bird." He says angrily.

He attmpts again, and he knows this feeling is too good to be true. The stretching of her openning is a slight burn for her, Bonnie bites her lip hard.

"I'm on fire, this burns Damon. It burns."

"I'm gone take good care of you. I told you. Relax, just like that. Yes baby. You are doing good." He says pulsing little by little trying to break her barrier. "Yes, just like that." He pulses, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, just tipping her entrance, trying to get the head of his dick to sit comfortably inside of her. A Couple of tears fall from Bonnie's face and she feels him trying to open her up. Her young womanhood, was fighting itself from turning her into a woman.

"I don't want to do this. I don't want to become a woman today. You are hurting me."

"It's going to hurt the first few times Birdie." Damon pulls out and uses his two fingers to warm her up. He finds her opennig then pushes forward into her with his fingers.

"Ahh." Bonnie attempts to wiggle a little and tries to get out of his grasp, but Damon's determination makes him stronger than the average man. He rotates his fingers trying to push them past his knuckles, and Bonnie is squeezing as hard as she can. She doesn't realize she is doingit on purpose, but her body works hard to protedct its virtue. He take on finger away and only fingers her withhis index finger. She reluctantly accepts him, and he works her moisture to the surface again and she is so wet he pulls his finger out of her quickly and jumps back in position.

Holding her arms above her head, he continues to push his way inside of her, feeling her walls clench around him, he takes his chances. At it's widest point, he pushes a little bit harder and just as Bonnie feels the entire head of his dick break through she screams, and wiggels and squirms, and it takes his entire body to hold her still.

Now that the tip of him is finally inside of her, he knows no other feeling to compare. "Stop this, Bonnie. Stop fighting me."

"I can't help it you are hurting me." She pleads.

"It only hurts because you wont relax got damnit." He yells at her making her tense up even more.

He moves the head in and out, one time, then he puts it in one more time, stretching her to agony, and without understanding, she squeezed him out again.

"Damon, I am sorry. I don't know what I am doing."

He put his forehead to hers wanting to intimidate her.

"Stop pushing me out, accept me and I promise you it will be okay. Your paranoia is disturbingly, bothersome."

He puts himself at her entrance again, and she squeezes her legs closed as an instant reaction upon feeling him trying to enter her again.

Damon's anger and frustration get the best of him, he raises his hand and strikes her, the back of his hand to her face, and he is determined to try until he succeeds.

"I see we are going to have to do this the hard way." Damon grabs himslef with his hand and rubs the head of him at her entrance, and against her clit. He allows his dick to make her wet, and make her body work against her brain. He is determined to make her submit. With one hand over her mouth and the other holding himself, he gets ready to deliver her himself in a forceful way. He repositions himslef at her openning and thrusts, and just as he does she bites down on all of his fingers forcing him out.

"Got Damnit Birdie."

Damon turns Bonnie over forcefully and gets ready to punsih her.

He tightens his hand up and delivers her ten swats as hard as he could on her backside. Every swat made Bonnie scream. On thefirst swat, she was in shock. By the second, she asked not to. On the third swat she said she was sorry, on the fourth swat she she told him she'd try again, on the fifth swat, she asked for forgiveness, on the sixth swat, she begged for forgiveness, and the seventh swat, she asked God for mercy, and the eight swat she told him she loved him. On the ninth swat, she screamed one last time. On the tenth swat he told her, "Get some rest. You will need it for later."

Bonnie was out of breath. She lay there on their bed naked. Her behind was red, swollen, and filled with his hand prints.

He left her there in her own sadness to think about how she behaved. At some point he returns to her and lay beside her on the bed.

A sound of someone at their door wakes Bonnie up next to Damon, They are both still naked and he has lay next to her with his arm draped oevr her back. As if he fell asleep holding her. As if, maybe he felt bad. She attempts to move and see who is at their door, and her backside is sore and filled with welted finger prints. When she winces, it wakes him up. He gets up in all agitation and puts on pants and a shirt quickly. Damn them for not having servants yet to answer the doors. As he leaves the room, Bonnie rolls onto her side and cries, but has a since of relief, for it being over. She jumps up and put her clothes back on. She followed Damon down the stairs. She walks through the pain, acting as if nothing happened.

Bonnie heads to the door first as Damon gets himself a drink. He is so angry with her.

She opens the door to a handsome and friendly face. She speaks through her stinging pain. "Hello, Sir! May I help you?" She asked.

"Certainly, Damon Salvatore? He resides here, does he not?" The cheerful and good looking man asked.

"He does, who are you?"

"I am a friend from school. My name is Kol Mikaelson. He is expecting me." Kol looks at Bonnie and is taken back by her beauty.

"Is he? Okay, I shall seek him for you. Please come in?" Bonnie invites The man and his servant in and this one has a peculiarity about her. She was very pretty and rather strong in presence. She was definitely older than Sarah, but why was she here with this man, and what were they here visiting Damon for, she wondered?

Bonnie took Kol and his servant to the sitting room and went for Damon.

"Damon. Damon?"

"Who in the world is it?"

"Kol Mikaelson."

"Oh, right. I invited him over to stay the week to see our new home. Kol was my closest friend in college Birdie. He shall spend the week going over business with me. He is a silent partner in the purchasing of the distillery. We will be finishing up some business matters."

"Work? On the Sabbath?"

"Yes. How else will I afford you these luxuries?"

"I guess I shall put on my house clothes today and get to work." She says.

"It won't be long before we have help. Until then it is just you and I."

"Can you make something delightful for brunch and tea, please?"

"My pleasure, Mon Amour." He grabs her and kisses her sweetly before she heads to the kitchen. She is bothered because his entire attitude has changed.

"Birdie, pull up your dress top, your bosom is over exposed."

"Monsieur, my dress won't go any higher."

"Change clothes." He demanded again.

"But, you want me to make brunch and Tea, I need to start right away."

"Birdie," He grabbed her arm in a rough manner "Cover yourself up, somehow, now."

"Oui, Monsieur." Her face worried of his anger.

"He shall be joining us in a few moments. He is freshening up. I will prepare some brunch for us all."

"Delightful my dear. You are very lovely. What pray tell is your name?" He approaches her predatorily.

"Bonnie. Monsieur."

"Tu parle français? (You speak French)"

"Oui. Fluently, since I was a eleven. My tutor Elijah is masterful?"

"Elijah Mikaelson?"

"Oui, you know my tutor?"

"He is my older brother. Married to Katherine Gilbert."

"Oui. The Gilberts. Childhood friends of mine."

"Small world. So you are Little Bonnie Bennett? I have heard much about you over the years. I feel as though I have known you for years. Elijah was brutally honest about you. But I must say your beauty is even more special up close." He kisses her hand.

"Flattery will get you far, Monsieur Mikaelson." She says as she hands him a whiskey.

"How did Damon Salvatore get so lucky?"

"How do you mean?"

"His bride to be, is such a beautiful, virtuous flower. I've never met a man brave enough to marry his slave and start a family."

"Do you frown upon him?"

"Quite the opposite. I'm jealous. Many men would be, but would not admit it. Society is the bastard son of the wealthy and powerful."

"I am a product of that bastard civilization. Unfortunately, I am the shameful step child of that reality. Besides slave is merely a word, or pitiful title. I am a person, like you. After all, a woman capable of more than any woman you have ever met. Let alone, my age precedes me. I am the embodiment of what a woman should be."

Kol is turned on by this confident young woman. He is moved by her words and everything Elijah said about her, was beyond the truth. Elijah spoke highly of Bonnie, and Kol was already jealous of Damon in the first five minute of conversation with her. Most women. Most men would be turned off by an intelligent, outspoken, educated woman. A slave who spoke out of turn, and made her presence felt. Kol was not, he was drawn to her.

"You are a rare rose, a man would be foolish not to take you and run away. Damon Salvatore should leave the country with you and never look back."

Kol makes Bonnie uncomfortable with his glances, and his closeness is confidently overwhelming. He reminds her of Lorenzo. Why are men this way with her? Why are they so forward and aggressively attentive to feeding her ego.

"Where is your consort?" She asks breaking the tension.

"I am not sure, probably catching up with Damon."

"Why would she need to catch up with Damon?"

"You don't know? She was his consort in college."

"What?"

"Yes, they were very close."

Bonnie stormed out of the kitchen and walked into every room of the house until she found him. Standing in a corner looking friendly with….

"CELESTE?!"

Damon immediately got defensive. "Now, now, Birdie, this is not what it looks like."

"What is it then Damon?"

He walked up to her impatiently. "Do not do this right now." He says through clenched teeth.

"I will not tolerate it. Damon, I won't."

"Master, Salvatore, is there a problem?" The girl says with a thick accent.

"No Celeste. This is Bonnie, Bonnie this is Celeste."

"This is Bonnie?" Bonnie asks. "Bonnie?"

"Hello, Bonnie, it is a pleasure to meet you."

She looks at Damon, then looks at Celeste, and says nothing. She was angered by her piss poor introduction and walks back to the kitchen. She finishes brunch and entertaining Kol in an innocent manner. She pretends things are not bothering her and she holds her anger in.

Damon treads lightly with Bonnie, but he knows he will deal with her later. Bonnie sets up the brunch of plentiful food and makes a large plate for Kol, then offers him to make himself at home. "I need to excuse myself for a while."

"Is everything okay Little Bonnie Bennett?"

"Oui. I need fresh air. Please, don't think me rude. I shall return."

"Please do, I enjoy your company." He smiles at her.

Bonnie ignores his advances and walks to her room. On her way there she passes Damon and Celeste still having private conversations in the corner of the family room. She avoids his face altogether and walks past them. Her attitude doesn't go unnoticed, but he refuses to stop being flirtatious. His rude, disrespectful behavior is off-putting to Bonnie.

Bonnie went upstairs and went to her vanity. She looked at herself and wanted to be angry with the woman she saw before her. She cried for about twenty minutes then cleaned her face up and she went back to brunch. Damon was now seated and Celeste was serving him. She glances at Damon who seems to be oblivious.

"Merci Celeste, but you are not permitted to serve in this household." Bonnie said with sternness and gave Celeste the look of a lady of the house putting her foot down on the disruption of Celeste and Damon's past. "Monsieur Salvatore, pardon, but may I speak with you?"

"Of course Birdie."

He excuses himself and follows her into the kitchen. "What is the meaning of your behavior Birdie? You are acting out in an uncharacteristic manner."

"I will not make continuous mentions of this, stay away from her."

"What? Stop being absurd Bonnie?"

"She is a whore, and your being an ostentatious flirt."

"Me? I absolutely am not."

"You had better watch yourself Damon Salvatore."

"I will do whatever I want and you will allow it, because as long as you hold y our body hostage from me, I will torture you as you have tortured me!"

"You want me to go back to the boarding house?"

"Bonnie. If you ever try and leave me, I will drag you back by your hair, kicking and screaming."

"The way you are treating me, this is not our home, this is your home and you are going to make me very uncomfortable here. I will not stand by and watch you become reckless with that whore out there."

"You are getting beside yourself."

"I am not arguing with you. Selfish, unfair man."

"Birdie, am I to teach you a lesson about this mouth of yours?"

"You taught me a lesson this afternoon, did you not My Master?"

Damon angered whenever Bonnie called him Master. He slapped her.

"I am not opposed to teaching you that lesson again. Over and over until you oblige my orders, and stop being defiant."

"Why do I get a lecture on Lorenzo, a man whom I put my foot down with? But you behave inappropriately with that whore?"

His face tightens at her. This girl is testing his patience.

"You notice how there has not been one outburst from that woman in there?" He asks, angrily pushing his forehead against hers. "She is not defiant. She is easy and manageable."

"I do not care. You will not manage me. I am me, not her. If she is what you want, marry her. Not me." Bonnie turns to walk away. He grabs her by her arms and squeezes with aggressive intent.

"You won't do this. I won't let you."

"Leave me be." She said before pushing him off of her and walking upstairs.

She grabs the journal Stefan gifted for her and goes to the library and proceeded to write him a letter, hoping it would calm her down. She took her time and wrote a letter and even though it helped her to feel better, she was not becoming calm.

Dear Stefan,

You are on my mind today, and I pray that you, Lily and Sarah are all in good spirits after our sad departure weeks ago. I miss our conversations. Days like today I hold on to memories of you all, and remember that I have these beautiful people behind me. It makes me forget about the confusion I suffer with your brother.

Today his consort from college has come to visit as his college acquaintances consort. He has the audacity to hurt me with having indecent engagement with her in front of my face. I am not allowed to engage you or Lorenzo in small talk, but I can observe him and his flirtatious ways? It is not fair Stefan. Why does our relationship have to be so one-sided? He Whooped me today. He whooped me the way Giuseppe whooped me when I was a girl. Only my bare behind. He whooped my bare behind Stefan! He hates me. I can't stand it. I am lonely. I miss my best friend. I cannot wait to see you at the village on Monday. Please write me at your earliest convenience. I look forward to your lovely conversation soon.

Love, Birdie.

She read the inscription on the beautiful golden pen. "For the girl with the heart of gold."

Then the inscription on the journal said, "You deserve the world."

Stefan's inscription and engraving made her smile. She missed him, and Lily, and Sarah. She even missed Emily. She cried to herself and fell asleep on the desk in the library. Arms resting on the desk, head on arms, peacefully dreaming about anything else.

Damon finds her asleep in the library later. He doesn't see her letter to Stefan, but he sees a Journal and Pen given to her by Stefan, and read the inscriptions.

(Flashback)

Stefan writes a letter to Damon while he is away in college.

Damon,

Brother, you make me proud. Taking the world of business and making yourself a name. How is University lifestyle? I was told, you get your own consort at your disposal, I find myself jealous. I wonder is she beautiful, like Bonnie? How do you handle her, teach me please.

I am plagued. As I get older the idea of women is frightening. I know having a consort is the way I am to learn, however my mind has played tricks on me. Birdie is my consort while you are away and she has blossomed into this beautiful young woman that frightens me. I have told you before how we spend all of our time together, practicing French and me showing her how to tend to the farm. We have become particularly close. I care for her in a more than kinship manner. Am I wrong?

I saw her bath today. It was a mistake. I didn't know she uses your bathroom sometimes since you have been away. I walked in your quarters to return a book, and she was there in the bathroom, with the door slightly ajar. Her body has grown to that of a woman. She is fifteen now. She was breathtaking, and I wanted to take her there in your room. I wanted to do dastardly, immoral things to her. I stood and watched her the entire time, while she sang to herself. She didn't even realize what she has grown into. She treated her body as a child. She

Her nude form was built to bare children and hold, she was built for the love of a man who will cherish her. She looked like a queen. What is wrong with me brother? Am I wrong for finding her in a loving way, to be something more than my kin? Tell me, am I wrong?

I am told Elena is promised to you. Maybe Birdie can remain my consort, upon your return. Brother I hope I am not being presumptuous in asking for her.

And if not, do I have permission to make her mine?

I think I love her.

Please do not be angry.

Your brother, Stefan.

Damon remembers the day he got the letter, how angry it made him. He took his anger out on Celeste, to much of her enjoyment. Stefan painted a picture of Damon's little bird in a beautiful, dark, perversion. He was convinced she was his at that point, regardless of Stefan's feelings. He disregarded Stefan and refused him.

He looked her sleeping frame over, and her journal and pen from Stefan, and was taken back to that day. She needed to learn as did Stefan that she was his, and his alone. He thought about Bonnie's defiance from earlier in the day, then he remembered being calmed by a submissive Celeste, in conversation. As the whiskey settle in his stomach, he pulled out his flask to take another drink, and prepared himself to deal with Bonnie's defiance.

Bonnie awakens with fear. She was forcefully pulled out of her sleep with the yanking of her hair. Damon, stood her up from the chair and pulled into his chest. It was obvious he had been drinking. He had more whiskey since she last spoke with him, and his breath was proof that the bottle may have been emptied. Her hands reached back to grab at him, but his strength was exceeding hers in every way. He held on to her with no regards for the pain he was causing her.

"Damon. Damon! My hair, please let go!"

"Why are you so defiant?" He throws her to the ground, and slowly begins to unbutton his top coat.

"Every time, I ask you, warn you, or even beg you at times… to just be a good girl. To do as I say, and not to question me… You go and oppose my authority."

He slightly stumbles over his legs and almost landing against the book shelf. He hits the books off of the shelf angrily as he approaches her making her afraid of him. She sits up on her butt, her soar bottom, that he swatted earlier. Ten times to be exact. She tries to get up until he approaches her. She scoots back slowly, watching him remove his jacket. He is angry, and sinister in these moments. She can hear nothing except for the sounds of his boots as he takes slow, strides toward her. Her own heels get stuck on the hem of her dress, making her fumble at his movement, and she buckle under the pressure of escaping him. Damon enjoys the moments she shutters in fear and panics.

"You are out of places to run." He says as her back hits a wall and he is at her feet.

Damon reaches for Bonnie's hair again and pulls her to her feet, and pulls her face less than a couple of inches away from his. "I smell your fear little bird."

"I smell your whiskey."

"I want to taste you. I want to be inside of you, making you say my name."

"Why must you drink this way?"

He says nothing, rather takes her into an aggressive kiss. He pushes her against the wall and kisses her roughly, while she attempts to wiggle from his grasp. Saliva makes its way around Bonnie's lower face, and she begs him to rest and sober up. He kisses her neck and bites her.

"Ouch. Monsieur, you do not know what you are doing. I beg of you to sleep this off. Rest. The liquor is besting you."

Damon grabs Bonnie again by her hair and rushes her to the table. Throwing her body to it and then forcing her to bend over.

"What I am doing is claiming my future wife. I am being bested, by this idea you have that you will not submit to me, and you will."

With one arm he holds her hair the other he unfastens his belt. He pulls it off, puts Bonnies arms above her head and wraps it around Bonnie's wrists, until she can no longer move them. His sight is slightly blurred thanks to his alcohol intake, but she will learn her place. He is convinced she will learn. Damon's pulls his pants down and wrestles with her fidgety body movements to get her to be still.

He grabs for the bottom of her dress and begins lifting it until he can see her undergarments and yanks at them. The glorious beginning to his end is underneath them and he will find it and he will claim it, and he will leave his mark on her.

"Stop moving, or you will make this more painful than it has to be."

Bonnie's mind is racing with thoughts of anger, and fear and she focusses herself on the idea that if she closes her eyes tight, it's not really happening to her. Like when she was a little girl, she would close her eyes tight at the sound of thunder and in her mind it would disappear. That was until Damon came into her room at night, with a blanket and laid on the floor next to her bed and held her hand until she fell asleep. She remembered Damon did this for her. She remembered how much he protected her.

Now he was the thunder. He was the frightening sound that made her hide under her covers with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes and he was once again pressed at her entrance, ready to rob her of her innocence.

"Please, Damon. I will not be afraid tomorrow, if you sleep off the whiskey. You are possessed. Just give me one more day. I will be ready for you. I promise." Hearing Bonnie's cries, Celeste runs into the library and notices Damon's state of anger, a possessive look she has never seen before, and the frightened girl on the table, pleading with a mad man. She stands outside of the door and says nothing. She just watches the interaction of Damon and Bonnie and how she had never sparked Damon's attention the way Bonnie had.

In one day of seeing them, she had never seen Damon so consumed with anything, the way he was consumed with Bonnie. She fell into the door causing it to make a thumping sound.

A noise outside of the door made Damon stop and adjust himself. He pulled his pants up and drunkenly walked out of the library, turned to look at her and told her, "Clean this mess up and pick all of those books up, and put them back in order! I will be in our bedroom. Don't keep me waiting!"

Second encounter in one day Bonnie nearly left almost unscathed. She took her time, cleaning up, and organizing all of the books, so that by the time she made it back their room, he would be drunk and passed out. Months ago at the Salvatore Boarding house, Damon came home drunk and Bonnie put him to bed, as he stumbled horribly all over the place. She remembered that she awoke to check on him and he had vomited in his sleep, and almost asphyxiated on his own vomit, he was so drunk. He could have died, if she didn't pay such close attention to him.

She suddenly became very fearful of having left him alone for so long. Maybe he vomited again? He acted like a bastard today, but he was her bastard and she couldn't let him die. Her fear of losing him got the best of her and she ran through the darkened house almost stumbling over every step to their bedroom. He hadn't been himself, and she should have walked him to the bedroom to take care of him. He was not in his right mind, and could not care for himself. "No, no. Please, please, just be okay. God please don't take him from me." She said to herself. She got up the stairs and rushed to get to their bedroom door, and she bumped into a hard chest.

Kol Mikaelson.

He grabbed her roughly by her arm, covered her mouth quickly before she could scream, and took her into his bedroom shutting the door behind him quietly, and locking it.

Bonnie's body shook under his touch and she trembled, his hold on her was suffocating and tight, with one hand over her mouth and the other tightly around her waist. She shook against him, which only made him pull her closer.

He kept his hand over her mouth and pulled her into his body closely and whispered quietly in her ear, as his lips slightly rubbed her neck, "Shhhh. Don't…Say… a…got damn… Word!"