Dangerous Game
There was a ring of a doorbell. Footsteps descended the steps in a frenzy.
"Bonnie is that you?" asked Mr. Bennett as he continued down the stairs.
"Why don't you use your key? You know you were supposed to be home before the storm hit. You promised me. You could have called or something. I was so close to calling the police," Mr. Bennett said as continued his way to the front door.
When the door didn't open on its' own from Bonnie entering the house, Mr. Bennett spoke up.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"Please open up! It's pouring out here!" came another voice from outside on the porch. It wasn't Bonnie's voice. It wasn't even female voice. It was a male voice.
Mr. Bennett opened the door a crack and peeked out only to see the man's back.
"Can I help you young man?" asked Mr. Bennett. He looked at the young man standing on his porch. From what he could tell, he wore a black leather jacket, had messy jet black hair, and he was soaked to the bone from the rain that would not let up.
Damon turned around, his eyes glaring at Bonnie's father.
"Yes. You can let me in the house," said Damon as he leaned on the doorframe.
Damon's eyes glared out. his pupils were enlarged, than shrank down to their normal size. He was using the power of compulsion to gain entrance to the house. With the human blood he had drank from his stash at the boarding house, Damon was proud to have his regular vampire powers back.
"Please come in, won't you?" said Mr. Bennett as he stepped aside, letting Damon in.
"Thank you," said Damon in a chipper mood. He finally gained the entrance to Bonnie's home.
"Now what can I do for you?" asked Mr. Bennett as he shut the door, locking it tight.
Damon was admiring the décor, looking up at the ceiling, the walls, and the stairs.
"Which way to Bonnie's room?" asked Damon as he started upstairs.
"Now just a second," said Mr. Bennett as he climbed the stairs after Damon.
"Ah here we go," said Damon as he opened the door to Bonnie's room, sniffing in her scent.
"You can't go in there," said Mr. Bennett as he entered the room behind Damon.
"Too late old man; I'm already in," said Damon as he ripped the covers off Bonnie's bed, flinging the sheets and comforters onto the floor. The pillows followed.
Next he went to the dresser, tearing it apart piece by piece.
He was intoxicated by Bonnie's undergarments.
"This is very inappropriate son," said Mr. Bennett as he tried to place the room back in order.
Damon grew agitated.
He stood up, grinned and walked over to Mr. Bennett. He walked until he had Mr. Bennett in a corner of the room with no escape.
"Can you please be quiet for two minutes? You will go downstairs and wait. You will not come back up until after I leave. No matter what you see or hear, you will not tell anyone," said Damon, using his compulsion again.
"I will be downstairs if you need me," said Mr. Bennett as he exited the room, walking down the stairs.
"Finally," said Damon as he rolled his eyes, continuing his search.
Nearly half an hour later, Damon had tore up the entire room. The dresser, bed, closet, and vanity were completely destroyed.
"Where the fuck is it?" asked Damon as he walked around, being careful not to spike himself with one of the wooden pieces of broken wood that was lying around.
Damon looked down to the floor.
"Of course," he said as he kneeled down. He picked the wood from the floor up like it was just a toy. The nails went flying.
He stuck his hand into a compartment in the floorboards, picked up a little box, and smiled.
"Nice try Bonnie," said Damon as he opened the box, found his ring, and put it back on his finger.
"Game over. I win," said Damon as he left the room.
Damon stepped down the stairs, while looking into the living room seeing Mr. Bennett had fallen asleep.
Damon sat down next to him, smiling.
"Well guess I'll grab a bite to eat," said Damon as he let himself vamp out.
He pierced the flesh of Mr. Bennett while sucking the warm blood out of his system.
Thankfully Mr. Bennett hadn't dosed on vervain. Damon couldn't taste it in his system.
Mr. Bennett opened his eyes in shock as he gasped for breath.
Damon drank him dry.
Mr. Bennett lay on the couch, lifeless.
Damon had literally sucked the life out of him.
Damon got up, wiped his lips on Mr. Bennett's pajamas, and left the house without a second glance back, without a care in the world.
The sun wasn't up yet, but Damon didn't care. He had his ring back. He stuck to the woods on his way back to the boarding house to have some fun with his 'guest.'
Bonnie on the other hand, had fallen asleep with her head dropped downwards.
Her hands were still bound, the gag in her mouth soaked with her saliva.
Bonnie was asleep when Damon returned.
He knocked on the door in a cheerful mood.
"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey," he sang to her.
Bonnie awakened immediately.
She tried to talk, but only mumbles escaped.
Damon unlocked the door, while walking towards her.
He removed the gag from her mouth.
"Sorry. What'd you say?" he asked her.
Bonnie was going to say something, but saw Bonnie saw that Damon had gotten his ring back.
"You got into my house," said Bonnie.
Damon petted her face with his ring.
"Yes I did," he said softly at her.
Bonnie looked into his gorgeous eyes.
"How? I thought you were animal blood. Compulsion doesn't work that way," stated Bonnie.
"Ah true," said Damon pointing his finger at her before sitting down next to her, admiring his chains that bound her in place.
"See while you slept the other night after our little conversation," taunted Damon as he leaned in close to her.
"I went out hunting. Not for animals like Stefan. No I found this cute little brunette out for a jog. Oh God, she was such a little bitch. All she did was complain that I was in her way. I wouldn't let her pass. Blah, blah, blah; let's just say she isn't going to be complaining anymore," he told Bonnie.
"You killed her?" asked Bonnie.
"You have to ask?" retaliated Damon, gazing at Bonnie, lifting his eyebrows in a sexy manner.
"She's not the only one I have killed," said Damon
"What are you talking about?," asked Bonnie, chills running up and down her body.
"Well you see," said Damon.
Bonnie was already crying. She knew it. She felt it.
Her father was dead and Damon had killed him.
"Yes Bonnie. Cry all your tears. Get it out," said Damon as he patted her back.
Bonnie yelled in anger as she tried to attack Damon, but the chains held her in place.
"You got spirit," said Damon as he got up.
"Hold that thought," said Damon as he exited the room, leaving Bonnie to sob.
"No. No," said Bonnie again and again. She had thought for sure when her father knew she wasn't home, he would call the cops, but destiny had intervened. It had other plans for her father.
"Dad, I'm so sorry," she cried out.
"Oh Bonnie, cry it out my sweet!" said Damon as he twirled a katana in his hand.
Bonnie looked up through the foggy tears to see he was armed.
"What are you going to do with that?" she asked, trying to nudge away from him. Damon unsheathed the sword.
"Oh you know the basics. Torture, bleeding, and stabbing," said Damon as he unlocked the chains.
"You can try to run if you want to," said Damon as the chains fell to the floor.
"I love a chase. But to be honest with you, I know you won't get far. Your car is gone and I smashed your cell phone," said Damon.
Bonnie rubbed her hands together. The chains were tight and had left marks on her skin.
"Why are you even doing this Damon?" asked Bonnie.
"I'm bored," said Damon as he stood in front of the door preventing her from leaving, the long katana flashing at Bonnie.
Bonnie's stomach rumbled loudly.
Damon chuckled while Bonnie blushed red. She turned her head so Damon wouldn't see.
Why am I blushing? I mean come on! I don't even like Damon! He just fucking killed my dad! Although when I'm near him, my heart comes up into my throat. No Bonnie! You have to play along! You have to get out and go to the police. Or at least get to a phone to call Elena. Yes Elena. Stefan! They will help me. Come on Bonnie. Play the role, thought Bonnie.
Bonnie chuckled lightly as she turned back around to face Damon.
"Sorry Damon, I haven't eaten since yesterday. Before you begin the torture game, may I get something?" asked Bonnie, feeling grossed out.
Damon closed his eyes while nodding his head.
"Well it would help me if you felt full," he said before he led her out of the basement.
"Oh before I forget," said Damon. He pushed Bonnie up to a wall, the sharp end of the katana on her throat.
"You keep those powers of yours under control, you get me little bitch witch?" asked Damon.
"How come you keep threatening but you never act on those threats?" asked Bonnie.
"Oh Bonnie. I didn't know you cared," said Damon as he stepped back, the tip of the sword still at her throat.
"Don't move," said Damon before he did some stylish sword skills, which actually ripped the clothes off of Bonnie, leaving her jeans as shorts, and her black top nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric covering her breasts, but not her flat stomach.
Bonnie gasped as she tried covering herself with her arms, obviously embarrassed.
"That's so much better," said Damon as he approached her.
He kicked the clothes away as he leaned into Bonnie, trapping her again.
"I don't know how long I can keep resisting you Bonnie," said Damon, as he placed the sword as his side.
"Damon," pleaded Bonnie wanting to move away.
Damon took his hand at Bonnie's cheek. He forced her to look at him.
"Bonnie shut up," said Damon before he entrapped his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.
Bonnie gasped. What could she do? Damon was kissing her!
Play along Bonnie, she thought to herself.
She did what came naturally to her.
She closed her eyes. She was entranced in the kiss. She wrapped her arms around Damon's neck, breathing heavily as she deepened the kiss.