Bonnie's Theft

Chapter 9

Damon revved the engine outside of the cemetery gate. They had been here for thirty minutes now and still there was no signs of the winged one. Everyone was waiting at their perspective positions. Everyone except Bonnie who Damon insisted should be the one staying home on babysitting duty. He wouldn't have his wife and the mother of his child in danger. There was only one person that he trusted to stay behind and ensure her safety and that was Enzo. Although, he would owe him a huge favor for sitting this one out. "Maybe you should stick your head out the window."

Veronica cut her eyes at him. "Like some puppy."

"I'd tell you to get out, but then you'd be ripe for the picking. So be a good girl and stick your head out the window. Or I'm going to have to take you home," he said snidely rolling down the window.

She sighed heavily and unbuckled her seat belt the rough leather slipping through her fingers. She peered back at the locked gate and the empty sky with nothing, but the moonlight for company. "Here, Angel, boy. Here boy. Come and get me."

Damon snorted looking up at his rearview mirror any second now he was just going to shove her out of the car and take his chances.

Heavy combat boots dented the hood of his car as the Angel landed in the middle. The sound of metal bending to his will striking fear into even Damon's heart. Damon wasted no time shifting the car into reverse. Knocking the Angel from his perch. He reached over and pulled Veronica back into the car by her waistband before shifting the car into gear and tearing out of their. "Shut up."

"I didn't say anything." Veronica squealed the fear building as she looked towards the back of the car to see the Angel running full speed towards them.

"You're breathing too loud." He said switching gears on his clutch.

She sat back on her seat hitting her head on the passenger door as he made a sharp turn. She fastened her seat belt and looked over at the focused face of Damon. "Why are you driving a stick shift anyway?"

"Really." He replied looking out his rearview mirror to see the Angel gone. "I'm trying to save your life and your worried about my car."

"It was just a question," she said looking up at the sky through the front windshield.

"I like to be in control of my own destiny. Even with my car." Damon replied after some moments before briefly looking over to her.

"I think he's gone," she said looking out of her window, but scared to roll it down.

"Not by any stretch of the imagination. But we're almost there. Just around this bend." He said looking at the thick tree line looming ahead of them. The only light on the road coming from the street lamps. He pushed down on the brakes as a deer came into their path. Narrowly avoiding a conclusion with the animal, but skidding straight into a pole. Hitting his head on the steering wheel.

He groaned inwardly before their was a loud clang on the top of his car. He looked out of the windshield to see the pole bending toward the car. He looked over to Veronica who was now unconsciousness. He unbuckled his seat and moved to shake the girl. But instead of saying wake up blood poured from his mouth. He looked down at his chest to see that the jagged end of the pole was now buried into his stomach. His trembling hand reached for the pole even as his vision went in and out of focus. Trying to pull the offending object out, but all he heard was the crack of his ribs as he tried.

Veronica let out a piercing scream beside him.

He looked over at her his hands now covered in his own blood. "Go." He said pushing her weakly towards the passenger side door.

She pushed hard on the door and ran out into the open. Looking back only once to see the Angel breaking the glass on the drivers side window.

"Just a little gift," said Mason peering into the broken window. The shards of glass all over Damon's person.