Over You?

Trapped

Bonnie tepidly followed behind Damon and out into the woods. Fear raced through her body. Sure, feeding off of animals was better than humans, but still, she didn't know if she could handle it if she killed an innocent deer or rabbit. God, especially with her heightened emotions. Where was a stake when you needed one. She came to an abrupt stop.

"What are you doing?" Damon asked.

"I can't do this." Bonnie told him.

"What are you talking about, Redbird?"

"Just this. I can't do it. I could barely handle just biting an innocent creature and knowing I caused it harm, but if I accidentally kill something... I can't do this! I can't just be a vampire and pretend it's no big deal!"

Damon approached her and drew her into his arms. He could feel her tears soaking through his clothes. "Hey, hey, shh. It's going to be okay."

"No it's not! Don't you get that? Nothing is ever going to be okay again! I'm a vampire now and nothing will ever change that!"

He knew with her heightened emotions, she was going to be a little on edge, and he knew that he was going to be the one there to comfort her. Just then, a rustle came from the bushes. Bonnie tensed in his arms.

"What was that, Damon?"

"I don't know. Wait here."

"Wait, what?"

But before he got the chance to answer, a wooden arrow shot forth from the trees and into his shoulder. He collapsed to the forest floor with a thud.

"Damon!" Bonnie screamed and ran over to help him. "Oh my god, Damon? Can you hear me? What am I supposed to do?"

"Nothing my dear. Allow me." A stranger carrying a cross bow came out and approached Damon's body.

"Who the hell are you! What do you want?"

"My name is Craig. I am a hunter slayer and this friend of yours is, or rather was, a vampire. Don't worry though. I'll take care of him."He moved to get a stake out of his boot.

"What? No! Stay away from him!" In all of her rage, her fangs accidentally slipped out. She was painfully hungry and just now realizing it. It was worse than period cramps.

"You're one of them." He snarled. She pushed him away from Damon and into a tree. His back hit it hard and knocked the wind out of him for a second. "Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast sweetie." And he shoved the stake so far through her stomach that it came out the other side.

She coughed up a bit of blood before collapsing.

"Damn vampires." Craig muttered before swinging Bonnie's body over his shoulder and dragging Damon off through the woods.

oOo

Damon awoke and felt as though his entire body was on fire. It was ironic. Bonnie literally was on fire when she had woken up that morning. Which reminded him, where was Bonnie? He was sent on high alert.

Despite every instinct telling him to keep his eyes shut, he peeped them open. He had to find his Redbird.

As his eyes scanned the room, he found her tied, not too far away from him, in vervain soaked ropes. He could hear her slight whimpers though she was still unconscious. He swore that when he got out of here, he was going to kill that bastard.

"Bonnie? Can you hear me?"

Slowly but surely, her head eased up and her eyes creeped open to gaze upon Damon. Her wound hadn't fully healed as she hadn't fed in so long. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She tried again.

"Damon?" She hoarsely whispered and began coughing up blood.

"Redbird!" He shouted. That was when he noticed her wound in her stomach. She was too underfed to heal and was slowly dying. He fought with the ropes to get free. He needed to help his love, but it was of no use. That was when the door to the cell opened.

"Well, well, well. Looks like our little friends are awake." Craig sauntered in with a smug smirk on his face.

"What do you even want?" Damon spat.

"Same thing I've wanted with the last 48 vampires I've brought here. Your kind is made up of monsters, heartless killers that take without remorse. It's sick, and while we are left to mourn and grieve, you lot are proud of it and out bragging like it's some kind of accomplishment that makes you stronger. Well, all it does is make you a coward. So, it's my job to keep you in line. You see, I've heard of you, Damon Salvatore. You've killed hundreds of thousands of humans and think you're some sort of god."

"Well, I don't mean to toot my own horn but-" Craig hit him.

"Shut up. You think I won't kill you."

"Someones got a serious case of little man syndrome." Bonnie rasped out. Damon was proud. She was hurt and dying but managed to make jokes. She was becoming more like him. Wait, was that really such a good thing?

"So, the little bitch makes herself known." Craig walked to Bonnie. "What's your name?"

She didn't reply. He slapped her and she winced.

"I asked you a goddamn question!"

He raised his hand to strike her again, to be stopped by Damon's voice.

"It's Bonnie! Her name is Bonnie. Now leave her the hell alone!"

"Why on earth would I do that? She's one of you, she's just a monster."

"No, she's not. I may be an evil bastard, but she's different. Her heart is big and she couldn't even find it in herself to hurt an animal. So how do you think she could kill a human."

"My sister said the same thing. She was dating one of you monsters when he decided to turn her, after all, what's a better boredom buster? After that, he left and I was there to try and help her. There wasn't much I could do since I was only human, but we both promised that our parents wouldn't find out. One night, she got into a fight with our father. I wasn't there, so I'll never truly know what happened but long story short, I came home to a blood filled home with her standing over our mother and father's bodies. I did the only thing I could and put her out of her misery. I grabbed a broom, snapped it, and plunged it into her chest, ending her miserable existence. Her last words to me were thank you. You'll see, when I finally end you, you'll be thanking me to."

"You're fucking crazy."

"No, I'm a realist."

He injected some more vervain into Damon's blood stream to weaken him. Little did he know that Damon had been building a tolerance so aside from a slight burn, it did nothing. Bonnie on the other hand, screamed in agony before passing out. Each strained, unneeded breath was a stake to his heart.

Craig walked back over to Damon and undid his ropes.

"You should be weak enough that I don't have to worry about you making a run for it."

"And you should be stupid enough that I don't have to worry about you beating me."

Damon stuck his hand into his chest and ripped his heart out. And before Craig closed his eyes, Damon made sure to tell him thank you.

He flashed over to Bonnie and undid the ropes that held her.

He kissed the top of her head. "I'm going to get you out of here." He whispered to her.

He ran with her in his arms to the nearest town. She needed to feed, and she needed to do it now.