Dangerous Game

I think I'm going to be sick right into Damon's mouth. It would serve him right. I knew I could be an actress. Who knew I would get so much practice with Damon. Keep playing Bonnie. You'll get an Oscar for this performance, thought Bonnie as she deepened the kiss with Damon

Then she bit his mouth, causing Damon to pull back.

He dropped the sword.

"Ouch," said Damon as he stepped back, wiping his mouth to see that Bonnie drew blood.

"That hurt," said Damon.

Bonnie turned her head to the side, spitting out her mouth.

She breathed hard while she looked back up at Damon.

Damon closed his eyes, cocking his head to the side as he moved forwards towards Bonnie.

"You won't even try anything," said Damon as he put his hand into hers, yanking her out of the cellar, to the top floor of the house.

"Will you let me go?" asked Bonnie, trying to pry her hand out of Damon's.

"Sit down," said Damon as he shove her into an antique chair in the dining room.

"Wait here," said Damon as he disappeared into the kitchen to fix her something to eat.

While waiting for Damon to come back, Bonnie stared at a bookshelf. She tilted her head slightly, not daring to blink her long lashes. The books started to move on their own. Bonnie smiled triumphantly. She was slowly but surely gaining control of her witch powers.

Bonnie glanced over her shoulder. Damon didn't appear. She was safe for the moment.

Bonnie put the book back where she got it from. Her eyes scanned the rest of the room. Her eyes fell onto what looked like her only escape. She saw Damon's forgotten cell phone on a nearby table. She smiled.

Bonnie turned her eyes towards the phone, her stomach rumbling from the smell of French toast. She was starving.

Bonnie didn't dare say a word. She knew Damon would hear the smallest whisper.

Come on Bonnie, you can do it, she thought to herself.

The phone was floating in midair. It was halfway towards her. What seemed like hours passed until the phone was safely in her hands. She didn't know where to put it.

She went through the contacts until she saw Stefan's cell number. She pressed the green button and put the phone to her ear. The cell rang twice until the receiver on the other end picked up.

"What do you want Damon?" came Stefan's voice over the other line.

"Stefan please help me," Bonnie whispered.

"Bonnie?" asked Stefan suddenly worried.

"Damon has me. He won't let me go. I need your help," she whispered again.

The line clicked dead.

"Stefan?" asked Bonnie.

"Stefan are you there?" asked Bonnie again suddenly getting a feeling of dread upon her body.

Damon was on the other side of the table.

Bonnie didn't even see him appear, even when he used his vampire speed.

And Damon looked mad.

"Stefan and Elena are gone for the weekend. They wanted to get away for awhile. Leave all the troubles of Mystic Falls behind," said Damon as he waved his hands around his head.

Bonnie dropped the cell phone onto the table as she started to tremble.

"Bonnie are you there?" asked a female voice over the line. Bonnie knew it was Elena.

Damon crossed his arms as he waited for Bonnie to say something. He gave off a vibe that said 'Go ahead. I dare you to say a word.'

Bonnie wasn't fazed at Damon's behavior.

"STEFAN! ELENA! HELP ME! IT'S DAMN! HE HAS ME! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!" Bonnie screamed before Damon got over to her side of the table, flipped the cell phone off, and covered Bonnie's mouth with his hand.

His vampire grip was super strong as he pulled Bonnie out of the chair and into the kitchen.

"You really shouldn't have done that," whispered Damon into Bonnie's ear.

Bonnie widened her eyes as Damon flung her body to the floor. He stood above her, himself as the dominant wolf and Bonnie as the recessive mate.

She grunted as she tried to stand up. Her own strength was gone. She put it all into using her telekinetic powers to reach the cell phone.

"Damon you are pathetic," she said as she flipped her hair back looking at Damon.

Her stomach growled loudly, begging for food, but she ignored it.

"You think you're this big bad wolf. I can be afraid of you. That's very rare. You are doing this to lash out because Katherine wasn't interested in you. She never cared. Guess what Damon? That's what life is all about! Loving and losing! That's what makes us human. Well most of us anyway. You have just got to move on from her. I don't feel sorry for you. You are probably the most pathetic person I know. Pick up the pieces of your life and move on. You will find someone else, whoever that someone is. Until then you have to keep looking. Now I would really appreciate it if you just let me go. You got your ring back. Now I just want my life back. You can't keep me hostage here forever," said Bonnie, with a breath of air.

"Oh, Bonnie that was so touching," said Damon, his eyes looking at the floor.

Bonnie continued to stare at him.

He looked up from the floor, his eyes vamped completely out, his mouth open wide, and the long white sharp canines emerged.

He grabbed Bonnie by her throat and started to choke her.

Bonnie coughed trying to get some oxygen into her lungs.

"I have been around a lot longer than you Bonnie. I don't need a lecture from you. You know nothing about love. I don't want your advice or your grief," said Damon as he tossed her to the counter.

The force of the throw sent Bonnie's head banging against a solid edge of the counter. Bonnie grunted as she fell to the floor, unconscious.

Damon turned from a ferocious wolf to a cuddly puppy as he realized what he had done.

"Bonnie?" he asked her, kneeling down in a pool of blood that was emerging from her head. His face was back to its' normal human state as he looked at the blood on his hands.

"Oh God," said Damon as the seriousness of the situation took its' toll.

Damon turned Bonnie so her face was facing upwards. Her eyes were closed. Damon put his fingers on her neck. She had a pulse. She wasn't dead.

"Oh fuck," Damon said. He swished his hand through his hair wondering what to do.

Damon turned off all the appliances from the kitchen before he scooped up Bonnie's body in his arms.

Using his vampire speed, he took her up to his room, put her on his bed, and went back downstairs to grab some towels, the first aid kit that he and Stefan never used, and his cell phone.

He turned Bonnie's body over and saw that she had a deep gash in her head. He put a towel over the wound. He put pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

Damon wanted to call someone for help, but if he did that, his secret would be exposed. How would he explain Bonnie's wounds? That was all unwanted attention.

Damon kept a solid face on as he tended to Bonnie. Two towels were soaked with her blood. And it didn't stop there. Bonnie's breathing got lower and lower. She was losing too much blood.

Damon breathed deeply.

"This is just like Vicky all over again," said Damon. He was getting frustrated.

"I'm pretty sure Stefan and Elena should be back soon, thanks to miss mouth," said Damon to himself.

"Well I can't have you dying on me," said Damon.

He got up from the bed.

Damon bit his wrist open.

He pulled Bonnie up from her facedown position, and put himself behind her.

He put his wrist up to her mouth.

"Come on, drink. It's the only way you will live," said Damon.

Bonnie struggled to get the metallic taste away from her lips before she gave in to the sweet taste of Damon's blood.

"Good girl," said Damon as he rolled his eyes. He pet her long hair before setting her body back down on the bed.

Bonnie coughed as some of the blood Damon gave her escaped her lips.

Bonnie tried to open her eyes, but sleep was something she needed.

Hang on Bonnie. You reached Elena and Stefan. They know. They will come. You will be safe. You will be safe. You. Will. Be. Safe.

Then Bonnie fell asleep.