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There was something different about her Damon now. They'd been apart for two years so of course people could change in that small amount of time but that wasn't the type of change that Emily observed in Damon. His was more physical than anything else and Emily noticed it the moment he kissed her after being reunited.

His lips weren't as soft and tender like she remembered them to be, they were slightly firmer and not as warm to the touch.

And before when he would hold her in his arms, she could melt right into him but now his body was more solid, like there was something else underneath his skin other than flesh and bone. Even sometimes when Damon would playfully grab her, his grip around her wrist would feel like iron or steel, something unbreakable.

She could feel the strength inside of him.

The first time he made love to her after being separated for so long, Emily felt like she was with a stranger. The weight of his body on top of hers and the smell of his skin was all wrong. And, being with him sexually left Emily exhausted now; she would have zero strength after they were done. She was depleted to the point that all she could do was sleep it off. And after a couple times of this, unbeknownst to Emily, Damon began feeding her his blood, putting it in her food and wine. And sometimes in the midst of their love making Damon would lose control and bite her where ever his mouth happened to be on her body but would compel her to forget.

The one time he bit her neck the scarf she had covering the wound came undone while a servant was helping Emily dress for dinner and the girl saw it and screamed that she had the mark of the devil and tried to run from the room.

Damon snapped her neck.

But not in a million years would it have occurred to Emily that all of these changes in Damon were because he was now one of the undead. A vampire. Had Emily known this she would have never begged for her children to be brought there but she missed them so much and wanted them with her that she constantly pleaded with Damon to get them to the point that he was tempted to compel her to forget that she even had children.

Over time, Emily began to resent Damon's selfish love for her. It wasn't normal for him to want her exclusively to himself even at the expense of her children.

There was an unfeeling coldness about him that wasn't there before. The Damon she once knew had been kind and compassionate.

And the love he had for her had grown possessive. It was almost territorial if that was possible and she didn't know what happened to make him become this way.

Emily would try to get him to talk about what happened after she left, but Damon would always deflect her questions. But something happened to him in those two years that they were separated.

He was so cryptic with his speech now, like he knew about things she didn't. And sometimes the things he would do frightened her. There would be times that Emily would swear Damon was reading her mind and no matter where she was on the property he knew where to find her.

It freaked her out.

But nothing freaked her out more than the morning when she came on her menses during breakfast and she'd excused herself to go to her room and Damon had followed her.

He lifted her skirt and kneeled down in front of her and began to lick the blood from her womb. Emily couldn't believe what was happening.

What man did this?

And when there was no more blood on her person, he stiffened his tongue and licked her deep inside.

Afterwards Damon told Emily that what occurred between them was nothing to be ashamed of because he loved her and when you loved someone you loved everything about them and that what they did to each other could never be considered wrong.

Damon read her mind.

Emily wasn't swayed by his words; she thought that there was something gravely wrong with him and even though she loved him, she was afraid.

Bonnie took her time walking home from the public library. It was so hot outside and the weatherman advised everyone to take it easy if they were going to be out in the sweltering heat.

She could feel the sweat gathering between her breasts and she wished that she'd thought to sprinkle on some body powder before leaving the house, but she'd been too excited when the automatic library service called to notify her that her book had come in at the local branch.

She'd waited two months to get her hands on this book and she couldn't wait to read it. That was one of the draw backs to living in a small town, always having to wait to read the number one bestsellers. She was tempted to open the book now and start reading while she walked but she decided to wait until she got home so that she could fix a bowl of ice cream to carry up to her room and stretch out on her bed and read in comfort.

It would shave five minutes off her walk if she were to cut through the Salvatore property, so Bonnie crossed the street and walked down the path that lead to the boarding house. In no time she was cutting through the yard and walking past the large house, thoughts of Damon Salvatore invading her mind.

She didn't know what to think of the guy. At first she thought his motives to befriending her brother were suspect, but when he intervened during that fight with Kol and his friends, coming to their aid like that put another spin on things, so Bonnie didn't know what to think.

She suddenly stopped walking and turned her head towards the house. The girl chewed on her bottom lip for a second, thinking and before she could change her mind Bonnie began walking towards the house. The closer she got the more her heart began to pound. She was on the porch about to knock when she chickened out. What the hell was she doing? She quickly turned around about to leave when the front door opened.

"Bonnie?" She heard him say from the door.

Shit.

Bonnie briefly closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before turning around and her jaw dropped.

Was this guy for real?

No one looked this good in real life, she thought as her eyes absorbed his magnificent shirtless form clad in nothing but jeans and work boots with one of those tool belts around his waist.

He was ridiculously cut with just the right size muscles.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, wiping his hands with a dingy rag.

She quickly looked away trying not to outright ogle his body.

Yeah, what was she doing there, trying to think fast because he'd totally thrown her off by his partial nudity?

"How did you know where Jamie and I lived?" She blurted out. That had not been at the top of her list of questions.

Damn. Busted. Damon's face remained the same, giving nothing away. The lie eased off his tongue effortlessly.

"Oh the first time I met your brother he told me that he lived in the yellow house on Maple Drive."

"Oh." Bonnie said.

She was going to have to talk to Jamie about telling strangers where he lived.

Damon took advantage of her sudden fascination with his doorframe and took his fill of her. She had her hair pulled up in a messy bun, exposing her slender neck and delicate shoulders. He thought the color of her skin was beautiful.

And though the summer blouse she wore was pretty and girlie it looked to be a size too big on her petite frame almost covering her shorts. His eyes traveled down her legs and they were very shapely for her short stature.

He smiled to himself when he saw that she was sporting an ankle bracelet and that her toenails were painted hot pink. She was so girlie and yet she was scrappy and cursed like a sailor when she was pissed off, the only thing about her that wasn't like his Emily.

Bonnie suddenly looked at him and once again caught Damon looking at her but he didn't seem to care.

"Cute toe ring." He said.

Bonnie stupidly looked down at her small feet like she didn't know it was there. "Um…thanks." She looked back up at him. "So you're gay?"

What the fuck was wrong with her mouth today? She was just blurting out all kinds of shit!

Her mouth dropped in mortification. "I'm so sorry…I didn't mean to say that. I-I…"

She was cut off by his laughter.

Bonnie felt her face heat up with embarrassment. She looked everywhere but at him.

"Wow." That was definitely one for the books. Damon Salvatore gay? Seriously?

It would scare the fuck out of her if she knew just how much he loved pussy; eating it, sticking it, fingering it, smelling it. He couldn't get enough of it.

"Why Bonnie, what on earth are you doing here?"

Bonnie turned around to see Matt's mom walking up behind her with some kind of covered dish in her hands. Her hair was all done up and she was wearing makeup and her boobs were popping out of the cinched at the waist body hugging wrapped dress she had on.

Bonnie moved slightly out the way so that now the older woman was standing in front of Damon. "Hi Mrs. Donovan." She said politely.

Kelly Donovan gave the teenage girl a strange look but was preempted by Damon before she could say anything more to her.

"So what do I owe the honor of this little visit?" He asked grinning.

He and Kelly had gotten to know each other very well the other night and it looked like she was back for seconds.

The older woman gave him the oh you know look. "I figured you'd be starved by now after working on the house all day so I decided to whip you up something delicious to eat."

Damon lifted the corner of the aluminum foil covered dish and peeked inside. "Lasagna, yum, my absolute fav." He lied, winking at her.

"I aim to please."

Damon raised his brow. "You sure do."

Okay, Bonnie had seen and heard enough. She didn't know what was going on but it was creeping her out. It looked like they were flirting with each other. She didn't know how old Damon was but he was certainly younger than Mrs. Donovan.

She turned to leave and Damon's eyes immediately snapped in her direction. "Leaving so soon?"

"Yeah, I have to get home?" She answered

"Well don't I get a goodbye?" He asked playfully.

"Bye." She said walking away.

He smirked.

Kelly watched Damon as his eyes followed Bonnie until she disappeared around the corner of his house.

The brunette cleared her throat to gain his attention once again. "You better stop staring at her like that, she's jailbait you know." She said smiling through clenched teeth, her blue eyes somewhat hard.

Damon cocked his head to the side, giving her the eyes. "Now don't tell me you're jealous of a little sixteen year old girl."

Kelly snorted, but smiled at him, her mouth no longer tense. "So are you going to invite me in or what?"

Damon grabbed her by the waist, pulling her inside the house.

The moment the door closed, they were going at it. The lasagna dropped to the floor, forgotten.

He fucked her up against the wall just like he did the other night behind the Grille.

The next day, Bonnie was sitting at a table waiting for Matt at the Grille. Her eyes kept going to the table a few feet from hers at the group of girls who she just knew were talking about her because they kept looking her way and snickering behind their hands.

She tried not to let it get to her even though she'd hoped by now that everyone would have stop gossiping about her supposedly hookup in the woods with Kol. It seemed that everyone believed his lies about her.

"Why the long face?" Vickie asked, placing a glass of lemonade in front of Bonnie.

Vickie was Matt's older sister and she was now working at Grille after having dropped out of community college.

Bonnie looked at the girls at the other table and Vickie followed her stare.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Hey Bon, don't let those little skanks get to you okay. No one really believes that you had sex with Kol, they just don't have anything better to talk about. It's a small town remember."

Bonnie smiled up at the older girl. "Thanks Vickie."

Vickie leaned down close to Bonnie's ear. "How about a plate of chili cheese fries on the house?"

Bonnie nodded her head.

"Good, I'll be right back." She said smiling.

Five minutes later Matt still hadn't gotten there but Bonnie didn't mind so much as she dug into her complimentary fries.

"Hey Bonnie." A brown haired teenage boy said, pulling out the chair across from hers and sitting down.

"Hey Tyler. What's up?" Bonnie said, wiping her hands with a napkin, not really sure why he'd come to sit down.

Tyler Lockwood was a junior just like her and Matt but they ran in different circles.

"I just thought I'd come say hello, we haven't really talked to each other this summer." He said, reaching for her fries but Bonnie pulled the plate out of his way.

"We haven't really talked ever Tyler." She said, raising an arched eyebrow.

He smirked. "True, but now that you're giving it up I thought it was time we got to know one another better."

Bonnie dropped her eyes, swallowing hard. She had not expected that from him.

"Kol said that you're a real nympho, so how about it…my parents aren't home so we can go back to my place?" He said licking his lips in anticipation.

Bonnie gathered her things and got up from the table.

"Hey I got booze." He tried again.

The girls at the other table laughed when Bonnie walked by them to exit the restaurant.

She walked outside into the warm evening. The sun would be setting in about an hour.

"Hey Bonnie." She heard from behind her but she ignored the voice and kept walking.

A moment later she felt someone take hold of her arm and turn her around.

"Don't touch me!" She cried out loudly, yanking free.

"Hey, I'm sorry." Damon said, holding up his hands.

Bonnie looked away, folding her arms across her midsection.

She looked so upset. He frowned.

"What happened?" He asked, taking a step forward.

Bonnie shook her head backing away. "Nothing…I have to go."

"Bonnie wait!" He called out.

"Sorry, I have to get home. It's getting late." She said over her shoulder.

Damon watched her go.

"Damn I'm just dying to get a piece of that." Damon heard a voice say from slightly behind him.

He turned around to see some brown haired teenage jock staring after Bonnie. Damon went up to him grabbing the little punk by his collar.

"What did you just say?" He gritted out.

Tyler sputtered. "H-Hey man, what are you doing?"

Damon gave him a hard shake, snapping Tyler's head back.

"Look I'm sorry okay...I shouldn't have said that!" The boy said scared.

"What just happened inside of the restaurant with Bonnie Bennett?"

"N-Nothing!"

Damon compelled him, Tyler's brown eyes dilating. "Tell me what happened inside of the restaurant with Bonnie."

"I sat down at her table and asked her to come back to my place so that we could have sex."

Damon's jaw tensed. "And what made you do that, you little fucker?"

"Because Kol said that he'd fucked her in the woods and that she was nympho, so I wanted to try her out for myself."

"Where is Kol now?" Damon said barely keeping his temper.

"I don't know…maybe he's still at football practice. The team has started their training sessions."

Damon let the boy go. "Thanks. Now I want you to go back inside the restaurant and kiss the first guy you see in his mouth and use your tongue."

Tyler nodded his head and walked back inside the restaurant.

Kol was pumped as he walked to his car after football practice. He couldn't wait for their first game of the season.

He unlocked the trunk to his car and threw his gear inside; he was just about to slam the hood shut when someone stopped him.

Kol swung his head to the said and recognized Damon from the other day in front of the convenience store.

"Hey man, I don't want any trouble." He said swallowing hard.

Damon smirk. "Well I think it's a little too late for that don't you think?"

Kol quirked his brows. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you going around spreading lies about Bonnie Bennett."

Kol rolled his eyes. "Look man it's true all right. She's a slut. She gave it up to me in the woods like a bitch in heat. She's a straight up nympho. She'll let any guy fuck her!"

"You lie." Damon sneered.

He then looked down at the football gear in the boy's car. "You love to play football don't you? I bet your whole identity is wrapped up in playing sports. It would wreck you if you couldn't play anymore, wouldn't it? You'd be just another ordinary talentless little punk going nowhere in this small town."

Kol swallowed hard, his heart pumping.

Damon raised his eyes to the boy's, compelling him.

"You will remember nothing."

"I will remember nothing." Kol repeated like a parrot.

"Put your hand down on the car."

Kol lowered his hand from the hood until it rested on the trunk.

"Don't make a sound."

Kol nodded his head.

Damon smiled as he slammed the hood down, crushing every single bone in Kol's right hand.

Kol Mikaelson's dreams of being a professional football player were officially over.