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Bonnie hated Twitter. It's ironic that for the last couple of minutes –which felt like hours on her end, that all she had been doing was tweet. Had she been able to talk, Damon would have been surprised that all she was saying was 'LET ME THE FUCK OUT' in five different languages. But oh yeah, she remembered. I'm a fucking humming bird for crying out loud. Rumored sex-machine might even be pleased I'm 'singing' for him. Fucker.

Bonnie would have schemed her escape if it weren't for her rumbling insides. Damn she was hungry. That was suddenly all she could think about. All other thoughts were like bubbles in her head. Appear, disappear.

Food.

Need.

To.

Eat.

Damn bird brain. At least I can eat more than I weigh for the first time in my life, she thought momentarily.

The cage suddenly didn't feel so bad.

The fuck. I'm in a cage! Bonnie cried to herself in terror. She tried the best she could to glare at Damon. Maybe he really did want to keep a pet bird, because a normal person wouldn't keep a birdcage in the house for emergencies.

Food.

Need.

Food.

I'm hungry, damn! Bonnie's little belly ached. All her anger popped away when a cup of bird-seeds were suddenly placed in front of her. At first she huffed to herself, no berries, fuuuuuu…! But her stomach grumbled, and the next thing she knew, her beak was buried deep in the mound of seeds.

A bird pigging herself out. Great. But screw logic, I'm starving!

As she stuffed herself, uncaring if the now-intimidating-vampire stared at her, she barely recognized the new person who strolled in the living room. All she could hear was muffled voices and the crunch of the seeds in her skull. YUM.

"You're not seriously keeping that, are you?"

"You're not seriously keeping that, are you?" Damon repeated, mimicking Elena's voice with a grim expression on his face. He locked the birdcage, rolled his eyes. "It's my house. I can do whatever the fuck I want, Miss Gilbert." When she gives him that slightly annoying girly pout –the one that reminded him she was still just 17, he gave her a condescending smile. "I have the power to revoke your invitation, especially now that Stefan is gone."

"Very funny, but," Elena said, and openly glared at him. "Sadly, I'm not a vampire and I have a key." If Damon wasn't hot, she probably would have stuck her tongue out at him too.

Oh right, Bonnie chimed in thought, having had her half fill of food. From what she recalled from Elena's sad voice mails, Stefan was out to look for a witch who could give him an antidote to help him with his intense blood cravings. She was the one initially set to help him, but unfortunately, she had locked herself up at home the entire weekend.

Bonnie snapped her beak shut in remembrance and annoyance. Sometimes, her 'friends' were just overly dramatic. Couldn't they have just waited a few more days until she was ready? Was leaving really necessary to make a scene? And of course, Elena only left those friggin' voice mails to give her some sort of guilt trip… Or maybe…

SEEDS. Nom, nom, nom…

"I think we have hidden cameras everywhere because I swear, our lives are like an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets Twilight meets True Blood." Damon gently lifted the cage off the end table and pressed it against his belly. He narrowed his eyes at Elena. "I only inserted Twilight in there so you can relate."

"Why are you being so annoying, Damon?" Elena asked with a frown.

"Why are you even here?" Damon bit back. "Lock the door when you leave."

"Oh I'll leave alright!" Elena barked as he left the living room.

Damon sighed loudly as he entered his room. He placed the cage on his bedside table and sat on the bed. He leaned closer and smiled. "Take it slow, Little Bird. All the seeds are yours." He chuckled when the bird regarded him with a tweet. From his eyes, the Little Bird flapped its wings, probably trying to rid itself from the dust of seeds that it accumulated from its feast.

"You're a strange one," Damon whispered, watching the green creature intently.

Bonnie tweets for effect. Because she might look like a satisfied pet bird on the outside, but now that her hunger was sated and her human psyche was working again, she was starting to feel tingles –from either fear or excitement. Who wouldn't? She was trapped. Irony was her muse today, it seems. Because didn't she do this for freedom? And now she was in a fucking beautiful cage, being ogled by this enticing creature of the night, and honestly, she felt like he was seeing through her green feathers, like he was seeing her true, naked form. Thankfully, birds didn't have protruding sexual organs, because those eyes, damn it -it made her glands swell.

Simply said, her whole 'freedom day' backfired on her like surprise butt sex –not that she experienced that yet…

Bonnie tried to look busy, tried to look like she was busy 'cleaning' herself. She sipped water. Pecked on the little yellow shells of the seeds off her feathers. Hell, she even tried looking at her little bad-ass looking talons. She did all of these things without looking up, because if she did… she might start pooping all over the place. She tweeted nervously. Damn.

"So I was thinking, Little Bird," Damon's voice reverberated around her cage suddenly, making her jump in the process. "Should I bring over a blonde or a redhead tonight?"

All of a sudden, Bonnie felt like she was constipated. Or her little birdy intestines were enflamed. It was probably her bladder, but she unintentionally peed a few minutes ago. Because this she didn't want to see. It was bad enough that she was CAGED for crying out loud –she didn't want to see Damon fuck some random bimbo on her day off! She wanted to pluck his eyeballs from his skull, which was a normal instinct for her, bird or human form.

Damon laughed. "I just need to feed a little." He winked at her, looked away, and suddenly thrust his face an inch to the cage with a semi-loud voice, "I'm a vampire, RAWR!"

If her talons weren't clutched on the little swing where she was perched, Bonnie might have fallen backwards out of shock. Her heart hammered wildly in her bird body and for a moment she thought Damon showed her his gameface, but all that she saw was his God-sent features. Seriously, this guy has issues...

"I would want to go out and get me a sexy snack, but you're too precious to be left alone," Damon said casually. He makes a sad face, a fake one. "So I'll just go change."

Finally, she inwardly breathed. He'll leave me alone… Her thoughts trailed off when his eyes were suddenly replaced by the vision of his silver belt buckle. Bonnie gulped. No. No. No. This is wrong! If her bird eyes could get larger, they would have, especially when his lean fingers took care of that buckle, and on another breath, the shirt came off… ABS, ABS… PECS… Oh… And then all she could see was his treasure trail… That mouth-watering V that meant so much promise to any woman who…

What in the name of Lilith am I thinking! Bonnie reprimanded herself. She looked away, but not before glaring up at Damon, who she found smirking for some reason.

"Enjoying the show, Little Bird?"

At least get the fuck out of the room, Salvatore!

"But where's the fun in that…" Damon grins at her. "Bennett?"

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