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Stefan and Lexi stood frozen like immortal statutes as they watched Damon hold Bonnie in his arms, his hand cradling the back of her head as he held her to him. Neither of them could have spoken in that moment if they wanted to.
The three vampires had been sitting in the living room talking when Bonnie walked in like she was in a daze.
Her nose was all blooded and she had a small cut on her lip. There was also a burgeoning bruise forming just below her right eye and her clothes were covered in dirt like she'd been rolling on the ground.
Damon was the first one to move, going to her.
But Bonnie didn't acknowledge him as he stood in front of her asking her what happened. She was scaring him so he did the only thing he could do and pulled her into his arms holding her to his chest so that she could feel him and know that he was there.
"Bonnie talk to me, you have to tell me what happened to you." He kissed the top of her head.
His voice was controlled yet had a dangerous edge to it. Whoever did this to her was going to pay dearly.
There was no doubt about it; the girl was clearly in shock, traumatized. She stood unyielding inside Damon's arms, not hugging him back, her face was blank.
Damon gently pulled away, bending his knees so that he was at eye level with her and cupped her face in his hands, forcing Bonnie to look at him.
"What happened baby…who did this to you?"
The girl blinked, looking at Damon dispassionately as she spoke. "I hit him with a brick and I got away."
Hot bile rose up in the back of Damon's throat as his worst fear was confirmed.
And as Bonnie stared into Damon's eyes, feeling his skin against hers, she began to withdraw from that place inside her mind where people sometimes went to after suffering from a traumatic experience.
She'd made it home. She was safe now.
Bonnie reached up grabbing Damon's wrists in her gloved hands, her eyes filled with panic. "Oh god, I hit him on the side of the head with the brick…and he fell to the ground… and, and I ran!" She cried hysterically.
Her eyes filled up with tears and she began to shake. "I was so scared Damon. He came up from behind and grabbed me, covering my mouth and he pulled me into the woods!"
Her voice shook as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "I didn't know what to do…I was so scared, but then he started to touch me and I realized what he meant to do and I started to struggle…he got angry and hit me…and I fell down!" She sobbed.
She continued, her hands gripping Damon's wrists so tightly that had he been human it would have hurt him.
"He got on top of me and tried to rip my clothes off but he couldn't because I was wearing too many layers. I began to fight him and this made him even angrier and he began to choke me…and I thought… I thought I was going to die…so I hit him in the nose, trying to break it and he backhanded me and I feel back to the ground and that's when I felt the brick underneath my hand and I grabbed it, hitting him upside the head as hard as I could and he fell off me…and, and I ran!" She choked out.
"I ran Damon." She repeated crying.
He pulled the crying girl into his arms, hugging her small body to his.
Bonnie would never know as Damon held her safely and securely in his arms the amount of rage that consumed him. Not even his voice betrayed the fury he was feeling.
"You did good Bonnie…you kept your head and got away…I'm so proud of you, baby." He said, kissing the top of her head.
The girl forcefully pushed away from him, not wanting his admiration and she exploded in anger.
"No! I didn't do good…I was stupid! I never should have taken the short cut through the park…I knew better Damon, but I did it anyway and look what happened to me!"
Damon grabbed Bonnie, holding her firmly but gently by the upper arms. "Listen to me, you did nothing wrong! What happened was not your fault, you hear me!"
More tears fell from the girl eyes. She never thought that something like that could ever happen to her but Damon was right, this wasn't her fault. She wasn't to blame for what that man did to her.
Bonnie released a shaky breath and slowly nodded her head.
Damon relaxed, letting go of her arms to gently reach up and touch her face, being very careful of her injuries. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" He asked softly.
She shook her head.
He exhaled.
She wiped the tears from her eyes, finally calming down. "We need to report this to the police." Bonnie said after a moment. "He could still be in the park…he might try to go after someone else."
Damon's jaw tensed as he thought about the fucker that did this to her.
"I will handle this Bonnie. Just know that he won't get away with what he did to you. I promise."
The girl swallowed hard, not wanting to read too much into what he was saying.
Damon said that he would handle it and that meant he would.
Over time Bonnie had learned that when Damon Salvatore made a promise, he always kept his word.
"Go find him Stefan…the fucker couldn't have gotten very far, especially if he has a head injury. You know where to take him when you do." Damon said, telepathically to his brother.
"Can I join in on the fun?" Stefan asked, his tongue running over the edge of his top molars.
"Not this time baby brother…he's all mine."
Bonnie didn't notice when Stefan left the boardinghouse. Damon took the shaky girl upstairs but they were intercepted by Jamie who came out into the hallway and when he saw Bonnie's face he instantly became upset.
Bonnie pulled away from Damon and went to him, trying to smile like everything was fine.
"I know I look a mess but I'm fine. I tripped over my feet while running and my face ate the concrete really hard." She lied, not wanting to upset the boy.
Jamie suddenly reached out and hugged her.
He hadn't initiated a hug between them in a really long time and Bonnie found that she missed it. The girl hugged him back just as tightly.
"I'm sorry you got hurt." He said, sweetly.
Bonnie bit down on her bottom lip, trying not to cry.
He pulled back, examining her injuries. "You even cut your lip." He said, lightly touching her mouth.
The boy frowned.
"Bonnie's going to be okay, Jamie. I'm going to take care of her." Damon said, coming up to the two teenagers.
The girl reached up and kissed her brother's cheek. He'd grown even more taller than her in the last few months. "I'll see you later okay." She said pulling away.
The boy nodded and went back into his room.
When Bonnie saw herself in the bathroom mirror, she was shocked, not realizing the extent of her injuries. And then it just hit her all at once how close she'd come to not only being raped but almost dying as well.
Bonnie broke down and cried.
Damon wrapped his arms around Bonnie and held her close to his body, holding her until she stopped crying and pulled away.
He was silent while he cleaned the blood from her face and put antiseptic on her cut lip.
And when he was done, he ran her a hot bath.
Damon came back to Bonnie, kneeling down in front of her and began to take off her sneakers and then removed the socks from her tiny feet. He took off her gloves, scarf, and knit hat, putting them aside.
All the while he undressed her neither one spoke.
Damon then gently pulled Bonnie to her feet and began to remove her clothing.
Thank God she'd worn so many layers to protect herself from the cold weather, even having on running tights underneath her baggy sweat pants.
Again, Damon thanked God because it would have made it so easy for Bonnie's attacker to get to her if she hadn't been wearing them.
When Bonnie got into the water, Damon put her hair up in one of those hair clamps lying on the vanity.
He then knelt down beside the tub and gently began to bathe her.
He drained the water once he was done and helped her get out of the tub. She quietly stood there on the soft blue bathmat while he grabbed a clean towel off the rack and began to dry her body.
There was nothing sexual about anything he was doing to her, but it was all done in a loving manner.
After gently drying her off, Damon dressed Bonnie in her favorite pajamas, the oversized white ones with the little yellow smiley faces all over them.
And even though it was the afternoon, Damon tucked Bonnie into her bed and lay down beside her on top of the covers and held her until she fell asleep.
Bonnie Bennett had never felt so safe or cherished in her entire life.
As Bonnie slept safe in her bed, her attacker begged for his life and hours later he longed for death.
He bled from every surface of his body, never in his life having experienced so much pain and just when he thought that it couldn't get any worse, he watched in horror as the monster, his torturer, pulled a sharp sword from its sheath.
The man screamed in spite of having his socks shoved into his mouth and having tape sealed over it, thinking that Damon was going to cut his head off.
And even though he knew it was useless, the man still tried to free himself from the chains around his wrists as they hung above his head in an iron clad grip.
Damon inspected the sword, turning it over in his hands. "And now...I'm going to cut off your dick."
The man's eyes widened and he began to scream and try to break free with renewed strength, all the good that did him because he wasn't going anywhere.
Damon finally tore his eyes away from the sword in his hands and looked at the petrified man, and his eyes glinted evilly.
"And when I bury you, I'll shove it into your mouth as a little keep sake."
The man struggled in vain to break free as Damon with his face still vamped out slowly began to approach him.
The monster was in full effect.
After burying the man's body in the same woods he'd attacked Bonnie in, Damon Salvatore came home and took a long hot shower, allowing the monster to retreat back inside of him.
He had a nightcap before going to bed.
An hour later, Bonnie came to Damon's room after having had a bad dream and she climbed into his bed, snuggling close to his chest. She took his arm and pulled it across her body, intertwining her fingers with his.
She fell asleep moments later.
Bonnie didn't leave the house for the next few days and clung really tightly to Damon, not feeling safe unless he was in the house. Her face healed, returning to normal but she was scarred by what happened that day in the woods and Damon decided to take her away for a few days.
When he told her that they were going away, she didn't feel comfortable leaving Jamie behind with Stefan and Lexi, so Damon compelled Kelly Donovan to let the boy stay at her house for a few days.
The following day when they dropped him off, Matt came to the door and stood there, looking at Bonnie while she sat in Damon's car and waited for him to come back out.
Her and Matt still weren't talking and she missed him.
"Excuse me." Damon said to the blonde boy who was blocking the door.
Matt didn't move. He turned to the raven haired man at his side. "Where are you taking her?"
Damon's brows rose. "Oh so now you care about Bonnie…and here I thought when you stopped speaking to her, that you didn't give a fuck anymore?"
The boy's jaw tensed.
Damon nudged his way past him.
Matt stood inside the door and watched as the car pulled out of the driveway, he and Bonnie's eyes remaining locked to each other until they drove away.
He closed the door and went to his room to help Jamie get situated. Once done, the boy grabbed his phone off the dresser and saw that he had a text message.
It was from Bonnie.
And it read, Thank you.
Damon took Bonnie to his cabin. It was a beautiful two story house away from the town and prying eyes. If ever there was a place for healing then this was it because they were surrounded by nature.
Bonnie got out of the car, looking around while Damon got their bags out of the trunk.
"Whose place is this?" She asked.
"Mine. Come on." He said gesturing with his head towards the house.
She followed him to the cabin, standing by his side as he opened the front door. He gestured for her to enter first and she did, walking inside.
He came in, shutting the door.
"Exactly how many homes to you have Damon?"
"Five." He said putting their bags down.
She thought he was kidding, but he wasn't.
Besides the house in Mystic Falls and this cabin, Damon had a home in California, a penthouse in New York, and a villa in Italy.
"Let me get a fire going." He said, walking past her and removing the fireguard.
Damon had called ahead of time and had the house made ready for their arrival. So there was plenty of firewood and food stocked in the kitchen and some blood bags for him in a freezer in the cellar.
Bonnie stood behind Damon and watched him build the fire.
When he was done, he showed her around the house. It was really nice and spacious but rustic in a tasteful way.
After unpacking their things, the two went outside for a walk around the property, holding hands freely.
They walked for a good ten minutes before stopping. "It's beautiful here Damon…and so peaceful." She said, taking a cleansing breath, loving the fresh air.
He held her from behind; their hands locked together resting against her abdomen.
He kissed her cheek. "That's why I brought you here."
She raised his hand to her mouth and kissed the back. "Thank you."
Bonnie looked at Damon like he'd lost his mind when he told her that they were going fishing. She'd never fished a day in her life.
He laughed when she told him this.
"Well, if you want to eat, then you're going to today." He chuckled, leaving her standing in the kitchen as he went to get the fishing rods and bait.
"And dress warm because there's no telling how long we might be out there!" He yelled so that she could hear him.
Bonnie side eyed Damon as she sat in the small boat beside him freezing her ass off trying to catch damn fish in the middle of the lake in the fucking winter time.
She didn't even know that you could go fishing in the winter time. Go figure.
"This is so much fun!" He said happily, playfully nudging her shoulder.
The girl snorted, rolling her eyes but then a minute later she felt a light tug on her string. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers and she hit Damon in his chest to get his attention.
"Oh my god…I think I got something!"
It tugged harder and Bonnie screamed excitedly, her heart beginning to race. "Damon, I got something!"
Damon abandoned his own rod and began to coach Bonnie into reeling in her catch.
The fish fought hard, making Bonnie work for it.
It took a good two minutes before it finally broke the surface of the water, wriggling on the hook.
Bonnie screamed again ignoring the burning in her arm from having to continuously turn the handle for two minutes straight. But it was the most satisfying feeling when she reeled the fish into the boat.
She grabbed Damon, hugging him excitedly. "I can't believe I caught a fish!"
He laughed hugging her back. "Believe it baby."
That night, they had Bonnie's fish for dinner along with some coleslaw and French fries. They spent the rest of the evening snuggling by the fire. Bonnie lay in between Damon's legs, his back resting against the deep burgundy leather sofa with a thick blanket covering them.
They hadn't done much talking but it was a comfortable silence.
"I needed this." Bonnie said softly, after a moment.
"I know." He said just as softly, kissing her head.
The next day Bonnie and Damon spent the majority of their time outside. They went hiking and had lunch on top of a mountain overlooking the trees.
And Damon taught Bonnie how to shoot when they got to this clearing that was clearly being used for this one purpose.
He gathered up all the tin cans lying on the ground and lined them up and then got out of the way, coming to stand behind Bonnie to support her arm as she aimed the rifle, pulling the trigger.
She only hit one target and jumped up and down like she'd gotten them all.
Damon chuckled, shaking his head.
He made dinner for the two of them again that night. This time cooking steaks on the outside grill and he prepared a salad and bake potatoes to complete the meal.
Bonnie surprised Damon when she took tiny sips from his wine glass throughout the night.
"Would you like a glass?" He asked, raising a brow.
She smiled slyly, shaking her head. "No, I'm good."
He chuckled, draining the last of the wine in the glass and pouring another.
She got up from the table.
"Where you going?" He asked, looking up at her.
"I want to take a shower." She said, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "Can you please start a fire and put down the blanket?"
He kissed her hand. "I'll do anything that you ask of me."
Bonnie bit her lower lip, a shiver of excitement running through her body at the look in his eyes as he stared at her.
Bonnie stood under the warm spray of water washing her body. She thought about how she'd been so scared to go all the way with Damon.
She'd been afraid of him when he'd done nothing but shown her the upmost gentleness when they were together.
A chill went down the girl's spine as she thought about how ironic it was that she'd been so afraid to give her virginity to Damon, the man that she loved, only to almost have it stolen away from her by a murderous rapist.
Bonnie tightly squeezed her eyes shut, the mere thought of it making her ill. She braced her hands against the shower wall and got ahold of herself.
It didn't happen therefore there was no need to dwell on it.
But something good came out of that horrible experience.
Bonnie was no longer afraid to be with Damon. She trusted him enough to know that he wouldn't hurt her when they made love for the first time and that he would be just as gentle as he'd always been with her.
And yes, they would make love.
Not have sex or fuck because Bonnie had fallen in love with Damon. And when you loved someone, you made love.
She'd known for a couple of weeks now that she loved him but had yet to tell him.
The caramel beauty turned the water off, getting out the shower to dry off.
She put on her favorite scented lotion and slipped on one of Damon's clean tee shirts and nothing else and went downstairs.
Bonnie found Damon waiting for her in front of the fire place. He was sitting on the blanket with his back to the sofa. He'd removed his shirt and shoes, wearing nothing but his jeans.
He looked up at Bonnie as she approached and kneeled down beside him.
He lightly tugged on the tee shirt. "Isn't this mine? He teased.
Bonnie smiled softly, nodding her head yes.
He leaned into her being drawn in by her scent. "Mmm, you smell really good."
She kissed Damon's lips before he could move back.
He felt the difference in this kiss immediately and pulled back to look at her. He caressed her face, searching her eyes.
"You're sure about this?" He asked softly.
"I want to be with the man I love…how can I not be?" She said, touching his face, eyes shining brightly with unshed tears and the love she'd just spoken of.
The man she loved.
Was he hearing her right?
And it was as if Bonnie had read his mind.
"I'm in love with you Damon and I have been for a while now. I just didn't know how to tell you." She laughed lightly and cried at the same time, the tears finally falling down her face.
Damon could do nothing but stare at her as his black heart swelled three times its size inside of his chest and the blackness therein began to fall away, leaving behind a pure heart. The purest it had ever been even when he was human.
The monster that had retreated back into Damon Salvatore just days earlier was now asleep and a tear fell from his eye.
Bonnie's breath caught.
"Then I guess we're even because I'm in love with you too."
Bonnie couldn't help herself and grabbed his gorgeous face, cradling it in her hands, pressing her lips firmly to his.
When she pulled away Damon wiped the tears from her eyes and he stared at her for a long time. "I love you."
"I love you, too." She said just as softly.
His hand went behind her neck, pulling her gently to him and he tenderly kissed her lips.
Bonnie was the first to pull away this time, staring at him as she pulled off his tee shirt and laid down on the blanket.
Damon took off his jeans and having gone commando, was naked when he covered her body with his, settling himself between her parted thighs.
"You're so beautiful you know that." He said, caressing her cheek.
She stared up into his blue eyes. "You're always tell me that."
"That's because it's true." He said, leaning his head down and kissing her deeply.
Bonnie's hand tightened in Damon's raven hair as his tongue sought entrance into her warm sweet mouth.
He let go of her lips when she needed to breath.
"And you taste good too." He said, making the girl laugh.
"Every square inch of you tastes good." He said, taking her lips once again.
Bonnie moaned into his mouth and Damon growled in the back on his throat, loving the little sounds she made whenever he gave her pleasure.
And he also loved how soft and warm she felt lying beneath his.
The vampire trailed light kisses along the girl's neck to give her time to catch her breath.
She arched her back off the floor the moment he began to kiss her breasts. Her nipples hardened at the attention he was paying to them and he began to suck on them.
Bonnie tightened her hand in his hair, moaning and lifting her hips to rub herself against him.
She could fell his dick start to stiffen against her core.
"Please." She groaned, wanting him inside her.
She'd waited so long for this and couldn't bare it any longer.
But Damon knew that her body wasn't ready to take all of him. Not yet.
He began to kiss his way down her body, darting his wet tongue into her navel when he got to it, knowing that she liked when he did this.
"Damon, please." She begged, opening her legs wider and touching herself.
He lightly batted her hand away, moving his head between her legs, his fangs wanting to lengthy when the smell of sweet pussy hit his nostrils.
"Here kitty kitty." Damon sang lowly, wetting his mouth.
He didn't know that Bonnie heard him until she lifted her hips, putting her pussy directly in his face.
Damon chuckled.
She was becoming bolder with him and the vampire loved it.
He grabbed a pillow off the sofa and placed it underneath her butt because he wouldn't be able to lie between her legs now that he was sporting this massive hard on.
Nope, it looked like he would be eating his dessert sitting on his knees, besides he might as well make himself as comfortable as possible considering he planned on being down there for a while, wanting her to be extra juicy before even thinking about penetrating her tight walls.
Bonnie moistened her lips when she saw that he was fully erect.
He placed his hand between her legs and began to slowly rub his fingers up and down her pussy.
"Shit." Bonnie said, licking her lips once again.
Bonnie began to move her hips in a circular motion and Damon applied more pressure to give her better friction.
Because of the heat from the fire place, her scent was filling the room more quickly and making it much more intense.
Damon's fangs ached to be released.
He stopped rubbing her and Bonnie was about to protest until she saw him place his four fingers into his mouth and she could do nothing but watch as he sucked on them like she was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
He pulled her body closer to him and spread her legs even wider before lowering his mouth to her pussy and eating his fill of her.
Damon showed Bonnie no mercy.
He worked her pussy using his tongue, lips, and his fingers until she was so wet that she glistened like she had on baby oil.
She was so wet that Damon took his fingers and swiped her pussy and rub her wetness on the tip of his dick.
Damon removed the pillow, chucking it to the side and moved up her body, poised above her. He leaned down to kiss her, thrusting his tongue deeply into the girl's mouth knowing that she would taste herself and slowly began to enter her.
Bonnie's body immediately stiffened when she felt him push inside her. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily into her mouth.
"No. Don't tense up. Try to relax as much as possible."
She licked her lips and tried to do as he said, letting her muscles relax. But it burned as he pushed himself inside of her, stretching her.
She was so deliciously tight that Damon began to pant heavily.
Whenever her body would start to resist him he would pull back and then gently push forward again, doing this over and over, each time going a little bit deeper inside of her.
And Bonnie would gasp every time he pushed his way deeper into her, digging her nails into his shoulders.
Tears leaked from the corner of Bonnie's eyes, sliding down the side of her face.
"Do you need me to stop for a moment?" He said with a hoarse voice.
The girl licked her dry lips, nodding her head.
Damon stopped his progression inside of her body and wiped her tears away. "I promise it's going to eventually feel good, okay baby?"
She nodded her head continuing to breathe deeply. He leaned down and kissed her lips, teasing her with his tongue until she began to kiss him back.
It took another slow, agonizing five minutes of him moving in and then partially out of her before he had enough wiggle room to finally surge forward and break through her hymen.
A sharp cry escaped from Bonnie's mouth as she arched up, her breasts pressing into his chest.
She gasped for air, her chest heaving up and down at the feel of having all of him inside of her.
Bonnie couldn't move. It was too much. She just kept telling herself to breath while she tried to relax her muscles as best as she could but it was difficult to do with him filling so much of her.
Damon held himself still, not moving an inch as he panted above her, giving her body time to adjust to his invasion.
He kissed her tear stained face trying to sooth her as her small body trembled beneath his.
Bonnie turned her face away from him as she cried softly.
When Damon felt the time was right, he began to gently move inside of her.
Bonnie moaned in pain, her nails digging into his lower back.
Damon gasped with his face buried in her neck. The mixture of pleasure and pain feeling unbelievably good to him.
The girl squeezed her eyes shut, not being able to take it because it felt like he was growing even bigger inside of her.
Bonnie tried, she really did, but she couldn't do it.
It was taking everything in her not to push Damon away and tell him to get off her. But she didn't want to hurt him that way so she tried to say it as gently as possible.
She lightly pushed against his shoulders. "Damon, I'm sorry…but it's too much for me to handle. Please stop."
She began to cry. "I thought I could do it. I really did."
He stopped moving and gently eased out of her body, not saying a word.
Damon rolled off her, falling on his back at her side with his dick still erect and smeared with the blood of her innocence.
Bonnie couldn't look at the man she loved, turning on her side and giving him her back.
She curled up into a ball, holding her hurting vagina. "I'm sorry Damon."