It was a sunny afternoon. No harsh winter air, no smouldering heat to thicken inside her lungs. There was a slight breeze; it tangled in Bonnie's hair as she walked into the forest. She was dressed to perfection, after all Caroline's little bonfire would not allow for anything less than a sultry outfit designed to get Bonnie precisely the attention she deserved.

The wolf hides in plain sight Bonnie, you need to be on your toes at all times.

But Bonnie's white dress wasn't sultry. It was strapless but modest, and in the taste of her grandmother's vintage mind. Her hair was slightly waved, and it was longer than she usually kept it. As Bonnie neared a lea in the woods she could hear the distant noise of cheering, and she smiled to herself.

As she stepped out of the thicket of the woods and into the clearing, Bonnie's boot accidentally stepped on a branch and the snap of it breaking in half sent a shiver down her spine.

It wasn't that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever beheld, but try as he might Damon could not deny himself the magic of her. Something about the way the world bent around her, as if she belonged to it but was worshipped by it. He could hear the wind playing in her hair, the small sound of her hair falling behind her shoulder, the soft intake of her breath as she moved, the sound of her thighs softly moving against each other.

It was when he saw her he lost all sense.

Beauty sheathed in pure goddess white. Her caramel skin glowed in the sunlight, and her dark hair fell in hypnotic waves at her back.

What would it be like to trace her skin in the morning light? To feel the soft tickle of her hair on his chest? What would it be like to have her yield, to submit, to fall slowly enough to belong to him?

Maybe it was in the way she moved. Her confident strides would throw a man off, but her wandering oblivious eyes were what drew him in.

Get away from me Damon. If you ever come near me again I'll kill you, I don't care what Stefan or Elena have to say.

It was his mistake he knows this now; to have spent so much time in her presence but to not have known her. He fell in false loves when she was there all along. He closed his eyes and was catapulted to the night two weeks ago, when he had come to her begging and pleading.

I'll love you. You know I will. I'll never let anything hurt you and I-

She had silenced him with a piercing pain to his insides.

I, I, I! It's all about you isn't it Damon? What do you NOT understand? I don't want anything to do with you. Ever.

When she had left him in the aching cold, alone and distraught, he'd thought carefully of how to proceed from there. He would leave her alone for now, bide his time waiting for her. If Hades could wait a couple of months for Persephone every year for an eternity, then a few days for Damon shouldn't be a problem.

And now here it was, the right time, the perfect time.

He'd convince her of his love, he'd show her the world and he'd make her believe she belongs to him, belongs withhim.

She could hate him all she wanted; he'd have an eternity to make her love him.

Before her foot could even step into the clear unfiltered sunlight of the lea, Bonnie's arm was in scorching pain and she could feel her limb twist behind her back. A bruising grip held her there and then she felt the sharpest pain on her neck. In an instant she was falling, her eyes rolling back, her limbs detaching from her mind, she was fallingfallingfalling.

And as she fell she heard, "Shhh little bird, I've got you."

She woke up in a bed. Her eyes felt heavy, and her neck sent pain shooting through her body as she moved. Bonnie wasn't restrained and it scared her more. She felt her skin, no abrasions save for a small bruise where she had been grabbed. She was still wearing the same dress. Bonnie's heart was beating so fast it felt like a storm in her chest. She moved out of the bed, trying to scan for any sign of anyone or anything but found nothing. As she stood up her disoriented mind betrayed her body and she swayed falling forward.

But she never hit the ground.

Someone had caught her, one arm around her waist.

She would've screamed but she couldn't feel her mouth. She was being lifted now and was placed back into the bed.

The man would not look at her as he put the comforter over her body.

And then he did. Ever so slowly he lifted his head.

Damon.

She wanted to scream, she wanted to claw at his face and throw him against the wall, she wanted so much to unleash upon perpetual agony, but all she could say was his name.

"Damon?" a small question.

Why would you do this to me? How could you do this to me? Let me go Damon please let me go. I'll kill you if you don't let me out, I'll destroy you. HOW COULD YOU?!

Words she couldn't say but she know he could hear her all the same.

"You'll understand soon, I promise."

His cold lips met her cheek, and then he was gone.