Which Demon-1/1-For Spikeysgrl18
Title: Which Demon?
Author: Eena
Rating: 13
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Characters: Bonnie/Damon
Summary: For spikeysgrl18, who prompted me at my Livejournal Fic Prompt-Damon saves Bonnie from Katherine, and has a few things he wants her to hear . . .
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Fire rips through her body, flaring red-hot whenever she draws in a breath. It hurts to breathe, the act of pulling air in and out of her lungs drawing tears from her eyes.
“Just take it,” he says, in a bored sort of voice. Like he’s been through this before and it’s just way too tedious to suffer through again.
She grits her teeth and speaks (though that hurts even worse than breathing), “Never.”
He sighs and shifts closer to her. She tries to shrink further into the couch, wants to be anywhere but here. But even her magic has its limits and she’s not strong enough to make her own way home after what’s happened tonight.
“Lightning rarely strikes the same place twice,” he says slowly, as if explaining something to a dull-witted child. “And Katherine hates being predictable. So you can take a sip and relax, because you’re not going the way of Caroline any time soon.”
She says nothing in return, but closes her eyes tight and presses her lips together with enough force to draw the colour out of them. He tsks at her from somewhere above her and she listens as his footsteps lead him away from her. When she surmises that he’s a good enough distance away, she hesitantly opens her eyes.
She has no warning of his approach, but isn’t that always the way with these guys? One second he’s gone, a blink and then he’s back. His hand is cold and like concrete when it tightens around her throat. Another second and his mouth is hovering above her own, flashing blue eyes gazing directly into wide green ones. She panics and tries desperately to fend him off. But the pain in her side is too distracting and she’s too weak for even the simplest spell.
“If I was Katherine, you’d be dead,” he whispers to her, his other hand coming up to smooth back some hair from her face. She growls and tries to move, but he only tightens his grip on her neck and gives her a warning look. “And by dead, I mean dead-dead. No coming back from the great beyond for you, Miss Bennett. You’d be gone and we’d be down a witch, and Katherine would lord this over Elena for the rest of forever. So, your high moral protests mean dick all. Open your mouth and take it like a . . . well, just take it.”
The tears come faster, but she still won’t open her mouth. He shakes his head in dismay and gives her a disappointed look. “This is a me-thing, not a vampire-thing, right? You had no problems taking blood from Stefan before-“
“I was unconscious, and half dead!” she hisses at him, wincing when his fingers flex and squeeze tighter.
“Whatever,” he widens his eyes theatrically. “I’m tired of getting yelled at about that-it was forever ago. And how many times do I have to pull your ass out of the fire before you just accept that we’re allies and you stop being so goddamn judgemental all the time?”
She gasps and there are more tears. “I hate you,” she whispers.
He leans back in close. “Do you hate me because I’m a vampire, or do you hate me because you needed me tonight? Katherine could have killed you, witch. I saved your ungrateful ass-contemplate a life as Katherine’s pet and then decide how you’d like to thank me. But for now, open those lips!”
She squeezes her eyes shut and refuses to obey. After a few minutes of soft cursing, the hand around her throat disappears. “She will be back. She wants a witch, and a Bennett witch at that. You really want to be the next Emily? Remember how that ended for her.”
“And you’re going to protect me from Katherine?” she snaps at him, her voice breathy from the pain. “You’re going save me, Damon?”
Another hand, this time caressing her cheek-and that might be the worst thing he’s done yet. “I’ve got experience, protecting Bennett witches,” he says softly. “Do you know how many necks were snapped, hearts were staked, to make sure that you came into this world safely? Ever count your multitudes of cousins and wonder if there’s a secret behind the fruitfulness of your family? I’m not standing in the shadow of your family tree-I’m the one who planted it.”
She doesn’t reply, doesn’t want to acknowledge what he’s saying. She doesn’t want to owe her life, her whole family to Damon Salvatore. But what she wants and what’s real rarely match up these days.
“If you don’t trust me on my own, remember what you said in the hospital that night,” his fingers skim across her cheek and start toying with a few strands of her hair. “I’d do this, keep you safe, for Elena. If that makes it easier for you to swallow, think that. But think it, and open your lips. You don’t need to torture yourself because I’m a monster.”
He has the strangest ability to be self-serving and caring at the same time. She wants to say it’s a fake feeling, because it’s easier to demonize him than it is to humanize him. But they’ve spent too much time together because she’s starting to be able to tell when he’s lying and the rare times he’s telling the truth. And while what he’s saying may not yet be the truth, she knows that he believes it to be so, with every fibre of his being.
“If Emily could trust me with her entire legacy, don’t you think you can trust me to heal your damn ribs?”
She probably can trust him. She just doesn’t know if she wants to trust him.
“Broken ribs don’t heal on their own. I could take you to the hospital, but let’s face facts-it’s safer for everyone if you just take what I’m offering.”
She turns slightly to look at him, waiting for him to explain. “Katherine wants you, real bad,” he reminds her. “You really think she’s going to let a bunch of doctors, nurses, and sick people get in the way of that? Well, we could pull ranks, have all three vampires-who you hate just oh so much-guard your body, but that would leave a few people very vulnerable. You think she wouldn’t attack Elena out of sheer boredom? Have you learned nothing of Miss Katherine Pierce yet?”
She has, and he’s right.
“What’s your answer, little witch?”
She glares at him, lets him know with her eyes how much she despises him. Every bit of rage, hurt, and contempt-she puts all of it into one look.
And then she opens her lips.
“That’s a girl.”
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Author: Eena
Rating: 13
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Characters: Bonnie/Damon
Summary: For spikeysgrl18, who prompted me at my Livejournal Fic Prompt-Damon saves Bonnie from Katherine, and has a few things he wants her to hear . . .
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Fire rips through her body, flaring red-hot whenever she draws in a breath. It hurts to breathe, the act of pulling air in and out of her lungs drawing tears from her eyes.
“Just take it,” he says, in a bored sort of voice. Like he’s been through this before and it’s just way too tedious to suffer through again.
She grits her teeth and speaks (though that hurts even worse than breathing), “Never.”
He sighs and shifts closer to her. She tries to shrink further into the couch, wants to be anywhere but here. But even her magic has its limits and she’s not strong enough to make her own way home after what’s happened tonight.
“Lightning rarely strikes the same place twice,” he says slowly, as if explaining something to a dull-witted child. “And Katherine hates being predictable. So you can take a sip and relax, because you’re not going the way of Caroline any time soon.”
She says nothing in return, but closes her eyes tight and presses her lips together with enough force to draw the colour out of them. He tsks at her from somewhere above her and she listens as his footsteps lead him away from her. When she surmises that he’s a good enough distance away, she hesitantly opens her eyes.
She has no warning of his approach, but isn’t that always the way with these guys? One second he’s gone, a blink and then he’s back. His hand is cold and like concrete when it tightens around her throat. Another second and his mouth is hovering above her own, flashing blue eyes gazing directly into wide green ones. She panics and tries desperately to fend him off. But the pain in her side is too distracting and she’s too weak for even the simplest spell.
“If I was Katherine, you’d be dead,” he whispers to her, his other hand coming up to smooth back some hair from her face. She growls and tries to move, but he only tightens his grip on her neck and gives her a warning look. “And by dead, I mean dead-dead. No coming back from the great beyond for you, Miss Bennett. You’d be gone and we’d be down a witch, and Katherine would lord this over Elena for the rest of forever. So, your high moral protests mean dick all. Open your mouth and take it like a . . . well, just take it.”
The tears come faster, but she still won’t open her mouth. He shakes his head in dismay and gives her a disappointed look. “This is a me-thing, not a vampire-thing, right? You had no problems taking blood from Stefan before-“
“I was unconscious, and half dead!” she hisses at him, wincing when his fingers flex and squeeze tighter.
“Whatever,” he widens his eyes theatrically. “I’m tired of getting yelled at about that-it was forever ago. And how many times do I have to pull your ass out of the fire before you just accept that we’re allies and you stop being so goddamn judgemental all the time?”
She gasps and there are more tears. “I hate you,” she whispers.
He leans back in close. “Do you hate me because I’m a vampire, or do you hate me because you needed me tonight? Katherine could have killed you, witch. I saved your ungrateful ass-contemplate a life as Katherine’s pet and then decide how you’d like to thank me. But for now, open those lips!”
She squeezes her eyes shut and refuses to obey. After a few minutes of soft cursing, the hand around her throat disappears. “She will be back. She wants a witch, and a Bennett witch at that. You really want to be the next Emily? Remember how that ended for her.”
“And you’re going to protect me from Katherine?” she snaps at him, her voice breathy from the pain. “You’re going save me, Damon?”
Another hand, this time caressing her cheek-and that might be the worst thing he’s done yet. “I’ve got experience, protecting Bennett witches,” he says softly. “Do you know how many necks were snapped, hearts were staked, to make sure that you came into this world safely? Ever count your multitudes of cousins and wonder if there’s a secret behind the fruitfulness of your family? I’m not standing in the shadow of your family tree-I’m the one who planted it.”
She doesn’t reply, doesn’t want to acknowledge what he’s saying. She doesn’t want to owe her life, her whole family to Damon Salvatore. But what she wants and what’s real rarely match up these days.
“If you don’t trust me on my own, remember what you said in the hospital that night,” his fingers skim across her cheek and start toying with a few strands of her hair. “I’d do this, keep you safe, for Elena. If that makes it easier for you to swallow, think that. But think it, and open your lips. You don’t need to torture yourself because I’m a monster.”
He has the strangest ability to be self-serving and caring at the same time. She wants to say it’s a fake feeling, because it’s easier to demonize him than it is to humanize him. But they’ve spent too much time together because she’s starting to be able to tell when he’s lying and the rare times he’s telling the truth. And while what he’s saying may not yet be the truth, she knows that he believes it to be so, with every fibre of his being.
“If Emily could trust me with her entire legacy, don’t you think you can trust me to heal your damn ribs?”
She probably can trust him. She just doesn’t know if she wants to trust him.
“Broken ribs don’t heal on their own. I could take you to the hospital, but let’s face facts-it’s safer for everyone if you just take what I’m offering.”
She turns slightly to look at him, waiting for him to explain. “Katherine wants you, real bad,” he reminds her. “You really think she’s going to let a bunch of doctors, nurses, and sick people get in the way of that? Well, we could pull ranks, have all three vampires-who you hate just oh so much-guard your body, but that would leave a few people very vulnerable. You think she wouldn’t attack Elena out of sheer boredom? Have you learned nothing of Miss Katherine Pierce yet?”
She has, and he’s right.
“What’s your answer, little witch?”
She glares at him, lets him know with her eyes how much she despises him. Every bit of rage, hurt, and contempt-she puts all of it into one look.
And then she opens her lips.
“That’s a girl.”
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