I have only one burnin' desire [OPEN]

[weedyshyguy]

Who: Jhelbor citizens
What: Bonfire partyyyy~!
When: Sunday evening til ? :O
Where: Just outside the city
Notes: Let's just say Bret sent an invitation out. :| Seemed silly to do another journal (and I forgot to set a date in the first one, oops). ALSO: if you want to post something later in the night and there hasn't been many posts yet, just mark it

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[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie had, in fact, been standing in the same spot for awhile now, watching Damon as he had seduced the woman--and it hadn't really taken him very much effort. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could hear Stefan's voice telling her why it was wrong--and all the reasons that he was giving her were, she had to admit, very good reasons.

Bonnie thought to herself that really, she should feel some jealousy over the situation--seeing Damon hold another girl close and whisper into her ear. But rather than jealous, Bonnie found herself intrigued--and she even had to admire how effortlessly he had found himself the blond. Damon Salvatore was nothing if not charming.

Stefan would have told Bonnie that what Damon was doing was wrong. Stefan would have said that the girl was innocent, didn't deserve to be a victim, that she should have a choice. Stefan would have told Bonnie to stop Damon.

But Bonnie didn't stop him. Instead, Bonnie lifted her large brown eyes to meet Damon's own dark gaze--and she held her eyes there. Watching him with the girl.

[getsthelastword]

Damon gave Bonnie a sly smile. There was an invitation in that smile, perhaps, even, a dare. It was for her to take and Damon made no further advances.

Not on Bonnie.

There were advances to be made, however. He lowered his eyes to the slender, white neck of the girl. She was so open, so vulnerable, so trusting. It was almost too easy. Tenderly, Damon leaned closer, nuzzling her skin with one side of his face. He could feel and hear the girl's heart racing, expecting something wonderful.

Damon had to oblige. He ran his tongue along the skin of her neck and felt her shiver. Her eyes were closed, so it was simple to let his face change. Fangs sharp, he leaned in for a drink.

[blytheandbonnie]

As Damon leaned in toward the woman and took a bite, Bonnie felt a sharp pang of longing rush through her, straight from her fingertips to the ends of her toes. It had been so long since she'd had anything but animals, and she missed it. No matter what she told Damon, feeding off of animals just wasn't the same. Not even close.

Even as she made her way over, she was aware of how much she would regret it later. And she didn't care. Bonnie wanted to do something fun and selfish and what better than this?

She lifted up a hand to gently push away the woman's hair. She didn't even notice, she was so caught up in the moment. Still, Bonnie sent a reassuring wave of emotion through the woman. You're safe, she tried to reassure the woman, though she was fairly certain it was unnecessary. Enjoy it.

And for the first time in over a year, Bonnie leaned in toward another person, gently rubbed her nose against the warm skin she found there, and extended her fangs.

[getsthelastword]

Damon lifted his eyes without disengaging from the woman's flesh. He saw Bonnie approach and join him and felt a small victory surge through him like an electrical current. Once again, he found, he was completely right. Stefan's diet truly was for the dogs.

Gradually, he pulled back, allowing the girl to fall against Bonnie's chest. He figured he'd let her get her fill. Frankly, he was sated on the little bit he had gotten. But he knew, he knew, it would take a lot more to sate Bonnie. It had been too long.

"That's right," he murmured.

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie couldn't believe how much better the woman tasted. She really had forgotten how much worse the deer and raccoons that she caught tasted. She'd just gotten used to it after awhile--forgotten about the rapture of the bite.

And she felt powerful, too. Like she could take out the entire city by herself if she wanted to. Bonnie knew that she was drinking too much, that the woman wasn't very big, that there wasn't much left. Bonnie didn't drink to the kill, she never had. Even before she'd started Stefan's diet, she had maintained a strict rule about that.

Stop with plenty left to go. And that was what she should have done now. Instead, Bonnie drew the woman even closer to herself.

She couldn't help herself. She wanted more.

[getsthelastword]

He watched her in a combination of pride and...well...that was it. It didn't make much sense though. But Damon didn't really bother trying to make sense of it now.

Bonnie was getting a little too enthusiastic though. And that probably wouldn't end well.

"Hey, hey, hey," he said, his voice calm but firm. He reached out, taking hold of the girl's arm and pulling her away from Bonnie, out of reach of her teeth. "That's enough," he told her. And for emphasis, he licked the bite marks on the girl's neck, sealing them up. "Last thing we need is evidence, remember?"

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie made a genuine growl as Damon pulled the woman away--though even to her own ears, the sound wasn't terribly fierce.

But she was still hungry, and Damon had taken the girl away. And now she wanted him to find her another one. Maybe not a blond this time.

Bonnie knew she was damn cute. She used this to her advantage whenever she was taking money from people in town--tiny stature, masses of bright red hair, and big brown eyes that could make Van Morrison melt.

So Bonnie wiped the corners of her mouth--though she had never been a very messy eater--and took a hold of Damon's arm, staring up at him. "Find me another one?" she asked sweetly, with all the charm of a child. Seduction might have worked better on Damon, she knew, but that had never been Bonnie's strongest skill.

[getsthelastword]

"Not in the same place," Damon told her brusquely, busy taking care of the girl. "Never in the same place twice."

Honestly, it was like she had been Embraced yesterday.

And okay, it was sort of cute. Damon had always wanted a pet. This just wasn't what he had had in mind. A bigass dog was more of his style. A great dane with a name like 'Ace' or 'Osiris.' A nice, good bad dog.

"Don't gorge all at once, you'll make yourself sick." He made a flippant gesture. "And it'll go straight to your hips." Not entirely true, but the comic effect was worth it. "One a night, always in a different place. Remember that."

[blytheandbonnie]

"But I'm hungry," Bonnie insisted, watching him as he took care of the girl. It was funny. She felt more hungry now than she had before she'd fed off of the girl.

"And I know the rules," she sighed heavily. "You've told me before. And so let's go somewhere else. Somewhere away. Someplace with big men with dark hair and good cologne." She wanted to take a bite out of a big Italian man, all of a sudden. That was highly inconvenient.

"And my hips could use some weight anyway." Which was true, really.

[getsthelastword]

Damon turned to look at her, a flash in his eyes. "I've told you before? Why, in the name of Saint Barbara, would I be the one telling you to do anything?" he challenged her.

It had taken one blond girl, one single, skinny blond girl to do the trick. Bonnie was hooked. Like an addict. Like a junkie. But she wasn't ready, yet, to catch her own meat. Which meant she would depend on him. He was the dealer.

Addicts would do anything to appease their dealers.

Maybe even tell the truth.

[blytheandbonnie]

"Why do you think?" Bonnie snapped before even thinking twice about it. Damon wasn't stupid. She hadn't been hiding it all that cleverly. And now she was biting people. Stefan would have never allowed her to bite people. Damon knew that as well as she did--maybe it really would have been better if Stefan had been her sire.

But he wasn't. Stefan had been too mopey to think about making himself a companion after Elena.

"If I'm not the vampire you think I should be, then it's your fault, not Stefan's." Bonnie jutted her chin out, looking up at Damon defiantly. "You're my sire, after all."

[getsthelastword]

Damon leaned in very close, so close that his nose was practically touching hers and his breath came out against her cheek, hot and sharp. His black eyes were blazing, but the left one was not twitching. The emotions he was displaying were not rage or fury. It was something else entirely, something that went beyond the conventional definitions. "I know," he replied softly, coldly.

He picked up the girl, limp as spaghetti. He would have to dump her outside of the wall, let her find her own way back. She'd be confused, but all right, in the end. Tenderly, he wrapped her arm around his neck and turned to go.

But he stopped and turned back.

"Consider this, the next time you plan on lying to me," he told Bonnie fiercely. "There are always consequences."

[blytheandbonnie]

And with Damon's words, Bonnie felt her high come crashing down.

What was wrong with her?

What had she just done? The eating, the pleading, the telling Damon on a whim what she had been working so hard to keep from him for months?

What was wrong with her?

She didn't respond with any words as Damon turned back and growled his threat at her. She couldn't think of what to say.

Of course he had reacted badly. She'd known all along that he would.

Bonnie knew that she would have to leave.

[getsthelastword]

As Damon started to walk away, he listened to hear Bonnie follow him. She wasn't following. Great. Perhaps, he had to admit to himself, he was a little bit rusty in dealing with the emotional roller coasters of American teenagers. The girls were always the worst.

"Come on," he barked at her. "We have work to do."

And he continued walking.

Vaguely, he wondered if he had ever, in Bonnie's timeline, conveyed to her the law of progeny. According to its edicts, sires were always responsible for the vampires they sired. But Damon, in his twisted pleasure, always manipulated the words of this unspoken agreement to make it clear that a childe owed her allegiance to him, as the sire. Surely, his methods couldn't have changed that much only a few years into the future.

Then again, Elena had changed him in little more than a few weeks.

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie began following after Damon, not because she really had meant to, but because she wasn't sure where else she should go right now.

As she walked after him, she began thinking about the places she could possibly run off to. She could just go live in the woods. That was one option. She liked it there, she liked the nature and the leaves and the sound of the wind--it was all very Druidy.

But Bonnie also liked having her own place--somewhere to escape to when it started raining or when she needed to bathe. There was that city that they had passed through on their way back from the desert. What was the name of it? Bonnie hadn't really been herself at the time, so it was hard to remember.

Jericho, she wanted to say? But that sounded silly. Wasn't that the place in the Bible where all the walls had fallen down? Maybe it was something that sounded like Jericho. Maybe she could go there. There had been deer around there.

[getsthelastword]

Damon walked carefully through the shadows, making sure that Bonnie was still behind him, making sure that absolutely no one would see them. Of course, he had several stories on hand, prepared, just in case. But generally speaking, he was good at being careful.

He led the tiny parade out of the walls of the city. The girl in his arms was starting to get a little restless. She might be awake soon. Stepping up the pace, he walked along the wall, sensing it on his side until, at last, he deemed them sufficiently far away.

Tenderly, he set the girl down on the ground, making sure that she was appropriately covered and all that. He stepped back and nodded to Bonnie. "Wipe her."