Damon Pov.

"Damon, Damon please hear me. Don't come… but please hear me. Damon… I love you."

The familiar voice flooded my mind, Bonnie's voice… pleading with me. As if they were her final words.

My body rocketed up from the bed I seemed to be laying on. Instantly I ran out of the bedroom door to be met by such a strong force, it felt like a brick wall. "Get out of my way, boy." I growled. He attempted to stand his ground but I easily jumped past him.

"Damon… this isn't a good idea" Stefan continued.

Ignoring him I stormed down the stairs throwing on my black leather jacket. Elena came stumbling out of the living room, rubbing her eyes furiously. "What's going o-" she started but I cut her off.

"Bonnie. She's in trouble" was all I said before sprinting out the front door.

As fast as my unnatural speed would take me, I ran. Allowing my feet to pummel my body off the floor, into giant leaps towards Bonnie's house. Everything was a blur, and I liked it that way, not wanting to concentrate on anything, apart from running to Bonnie McCullough's house as fast as possible.

That's when it hit me. I had to concentrate hard enough to keep my legs from giving in, from the shock. She knew. Bonnie knew this would happen! That's why she was so desperate for me not to take her home, she truly wanted to go home, and she knew she would get hurt! Mutt. He, that thing is going to hurt her. Somehow… I don't know how or why but he is. Dammit why didn't I think of this before? She didn't want anybody else with her… because she knew Mutt wanted her, and she didn't want anybody else to get hurt!

What a completely stupid, daft, idiotic, caring, loving, selfless, Bonnie thing to do!

But why would Mutt want her… adorable loving Bonnie, who is as dangerous as a kitten.

I could hear rapid footfalls from behind me, not daring to turn around I sped up instantly, knowing who it was.

"Go away, little brother" I spat in a very quite voice, knowing he would pick it up.

He never answered.

Looking up from my blurred feet I realised we were in the path of Bonnie's house.

Not caring about the door. I slammed my body straight through it, not feeling a slight inch of pain, as the door came flying off its hinges. "Matt Honeycutt, prepare to have your ass kicked" I yelled.

Stefan was instantly behind me, as I scanned the small hall in every direction. Storming into the living room, I saw the one and only. The bulky boy had his blonde head buried deeply in his hands… he seemed to be… weeping. Like I care.

His head flew up as he caught sight of myself and Stefan.

"Oh please, don't. Stefan, I-" He began, but I cut him out short.

Without warning, I caught his pale throat and slammed his body against the wall, causing him to shriek out in pain.

"Where is she, what did you do." I spat not wanting to waste any time.

No answer. His face began to turn purple. I Smashed his whole body against the wall again, but now loosened my grip.

"She- She's up… up, upstairs" He choked out. With that, I removed my hand and sent him spluttering to the floor, gasping for air.

"Brother, take care of that" I sniped, giving Stefan a small nod. He fell straight into caring mode, and helped Matt to his feet, as I charged up the stairs.

"Red! Red, answer me!" I called out, pulling on every door in the house. Running towards the parents bedroom, I yanked the door open, but then suddenly wished I didn't.

The scene flooded my mind and body with instant pain. "Damn, you to hell Matt!" I cursed.

My baby bird, was laying motionless on a huge double bed, making her look even more tiny then usual. Her short flamed curls were spread out around her heart shaped face. Wrapped around her small translucent neck, were bruises. Purple, black, green, yellow blotches began to form, as if somebody had choked her. My attention was drawn to the huge red finger printed red blotch, placed on her gullet. The main form of her breathing. To any human she would have looked dead, but my sharpened senses caught faint rises and falls of her chest.

"So were here again" I whispered, my eyes locked with her pale face.

I placed my two fingers on her wrist, feeling her slow thumping pulse beneath her skin. It was slowing down… fading into nothing.

Looking down at my own wrist, I bit it, and watched as crimson blood began to trickle out.

My mind flashed before my eyes, of the times I had given her my blood, as a way of saving her. But then the beautiful times she had gladly taken mine, in love. Just a slight bit more… that would tip her over the edge.

Save her… and banish her to my life, or allow her to die… and live such a short meaningless life.

Oh Bonnie…

And that's it. What will Damon choose? Change her… or let her die. I don't have a clue to be honest. What would you guys like to see? REVIEW and tell me what you thought. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I know it was a lot shorter then my usual. Apologies.

Much love,

Charl

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