Damon was racing as fast as he could after the predator that had nabbed Bonnie. This unknown vampire was also moving at supernatural speed. This made for two blurs dashing through the woods one after the other. Bonnie lay slumped into her perpetrator's hands. She couldn't make out much around her because of the rate that they were going.
"Put me down", she kept saying to him in a slurred speech. This was almost the same feeling as being drugged up on pain meds. He paid her no mind.
Damon was getting pissed. The angrier he got, the more he started to gain on them. He was uncertain of the current state that Bonnie was in. "She better be alive", he repeated to himself. He couldn't go back to Mystic Falls and she not be okay.
He would be blamed for this. He was blamed for everything. He thought to himself, did this have anything to do with him? He had made a lifetime of bad deals, and enemies in all parts of the world. Who would possibly try to get back at him? Why would they use Bonnie to do it?
Damon ran faster and faster, so fast that the bottom of his new fancy pair of leather boots would probably melt. He saw something pointed out to him. He squinted in a way to enable his sights to zoom in. It was Bonnie's hand. She was reaching out to him.
This was the motivation that would push him harder. He was so close now that he could almost reach out to grab her hand. With one last charge left, Damon was able to propel forward and lunge at the guy in front of him. He looked like a lion that had stalked his prey and finally struck for the kill.
Upon impact, the stray vampire had dropped Bonnie from his grasps and she went tumbling downhill. Damon had landed on the guy's back and they went rolling around trying to capitalize on the other. The vampire managed to push Damon off of him and he popped up to his feet in a flash. He turned to look at Bonnie's whereabouts, but before he could pursue her once more Damon was back up with a branch in his hand. By the time the vampire made another move, Damon had shoved the branch into the center of the guy's body.
The vampire staggered on his feet. Fortunately for him, Damon didn't come close to his heart. The vampire didn't speak, it was almost as if he couldn't speak. He made growling sounds, and he looked lost. It almost seemed like he had totally no idea what was going on. The man was almost zombie like.
"What is this all about", Damon asked. The vampire growled. "Why are you after her", Damon asked. The vampire growled. Damon looked at the vampire in disdain, "What the fuck are you on dude"?
The vampire continued to slug about completely disoriented with the large branch poking all the way through him and out his back. Damon heard Bonnie release a loud scream once again. "What the fuck", he reacted. Clearly he wasn't going to get answers from this dead minded fellow. He yanked the branch from the vampire's center and then he plunged it into his chest. The branch connected through and on the other side, the vampire's heart was hanging on the end. In just a second the creature hit the ground.
"Bonnie", Damon ran off to find her. When he got sight of her downhill there was another vampire that had grab ahold of her. This one too was growling like an animal just like the other. Without hesitation, Damon zipped over to him and snapped his neck. The vampire fell to the ground.
Without wasting time, two more vampires appeared out of nowhere and both jumped onto Damon. Everything was happening too fast. "Bonnie, just run", he told her. He groaned as he struggled with the two. Bonnie was on her knees, both of her hands clinching her head.
She was trying to focus with all of the commotion. She was going deep into her mind. She was pulling power together. She could feel it; she was about to take control of the situation. She stood to her feet and as she did every vampire around her was holding onto their own heads.
Each one felt excruciating pain, including Damon. They felt like their heads would explode. "Bonnie", Damon begged for Mercy. The other two vamps growled instead.
Damon knew what she was doing. She was trying to diffuse the situation. The only way she would stop this is if he could put them down himself. He reached over to one of the vampires off to his right and snapped his neck. He hobbled to the vampire on his left and twisted his head almost completely around. He too fell to the ground.
Once he did so the pain in his head had disappeared. He gasped in relief. "Oh Bonnie… Did it have to come to that"?
"It worked, didn't it", she responded.
"It's unbearable every time", he cited.
"They're not dead. What are we going to do with them", she asked.
"I'll show you", Damon walked over to one of the unconscious vamps. He lifted up one foot and stomped as hard as he could. The vampire's head spurted. He walked over to the second one, he did the same thing and it was just as messy.
Bonnie threw her hands out, "Damon, no"! He bypassed her anyway and this time he jumped on the third vamps head with both feet. His eyeballs flung out of its sockets. Bonnie swung her head away. "That one was a doozy", Damon joked. Bonnie walked over to him and struck him in the shoulder, "Why did you do that? Now we can't get answers from either one of them". She kept striking Damon until he answered.
Damon grabbed Bonnie by both of her hands. He moved so fast that it startled her. He looked at her, and she looked at him. Both of their eyes met, very intensely.
Bonnie was trying to read his eyes. The look spoke to her. Damon wouldn't have done all of that without reason. The two held their stares. Despite the pain of the headache, Damon was thankful for what she did.
Through it all, Bonnie was thankful for all of what he had did. They communicated these things merely by the look in each other's eyes. Still holding onto her hands and their gazes locked on face-to-face he spoke calmly, "They weren't going to say a word. I tried on top of the hill. If you had noticed, the two down here spoke a bunch of mumbo jumbo. We weren't going to get anything from them".
Bonnie nodded, she understood. She hung onto every one of his words. Damon let go of her hands. Finally, their eye contact broke. Damon glanced at the puncture wounds on Bonnie's neck. "We need to take care of that", he said rubbing on the pair of fang marks that had punctured a vessel in her neck.
Damon extracted his own fangs and brought his wrist to his mouth to take a bite. There was a moist sound as his teeth sunk in. With his wrist leaking he then brought it up to Bonnie's lips, "Here, drink". Bonnie shook her head, "No Damon, I can't".
"Bonnie", he called out to her with a look of insistence.
"Damon, blood is disgusting", she put on the most unappealing look. "Just a little, come on. This is going to heal you, make you feel better". This time he didn't give her much time to think about it. He pushed his bloody wrist into her mouth and counted, "One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi".
Bonnie sucked with a sour look on her face. He got some sort of enjoyment out of this. This was also a way to punish her for how she had acted earlier in the car. After the third count she pulled her head away. She stuck her tongue out and grasped for air. "Oh my God! I'm not going back for more".
Damon laughed, "That should do anyway".
"Healing quicker almost isn't worth it".
"Oh stop exaggerating Witchy"!
They both looked around the now peaceful woods. The corpses still lying in a disgusting mess at their feet.
"Why do you think they attacked", she asked.
"I don't know. I'm glad we didn't have to find out either way. Something was wrong with them. They were very strange", he responded.
"I'm ready to go home now", Bonnie had a puppy dog look about her face.
"Oh now I can get your ass back to the car. Let's go"!
Damon led the way out of the woods and Bonnie followed unarguably.