Bonnie's Theft

Chapter 10

Warning: I don't condone hitting women, but I thought some readers might want a warning some hints of domestic violence in this chapter.

Jeremy stayed silent on the ride home. He volunteered to ride with Elena and Vanessa in his car. Unsure of what he might do if he took the car with Caroline and Stefan. Damon hunched over in the back. He might be tempted to pull out his silver daggers and cauterize the wound ensuring that it took even longer for him to heal.

"Did anyone call, Alaric?"

"Yeah I did. I thought he might want to check up on Damon." Elena replied staring at her brother through the rearview mirror.

"Good thinking." Jeremy replied rubbing his aching palms on his jeans. The roughness of the fabric was somehow soothing. He wanted Alaric to be there. He wanted him to finally see Damon for the selfish monster that Jeremy always knew he was. He wanted Bonnie. He wanted Bonnie to be out of danger. The physical and the emotional kind.

"I had to update him on the where abouts of our Angel. He actually seemed disappointed. Like maybe he wanted to grill him on the after life," Elena said the amusement in her eyes evident.

"I'm sure its very beautiful I would just prefer not to see it before I'm ready." Vanessa responded unconsciously clutching her seat belt as they passed the spot where Damon crashed the car. It was still stuck in the pole a glaring sign to the fact that she almost died and had someone else killed. Even though he was already dead.

Jeremy wanted to reply back that it wasn't up to her when she died. In fact the universe was telling her that now was the time by sending a hulking angel after her. If they had any real say in life or death. Bonnie never would have died in the first place. He would go back in time and tell her not to do it and insist on it. She would never fall in love with Damon or wind up back on earth carrying his love child. Jeremy was pulled from his thoughts as they parked the car in front of the Salvatore's home.

"Hey." Elena replied good naturedly upon seeing her friend Alaric exit the car next to hers.

"Hey. How's Damon doing?" Alaric asked pulling his messenger bag out of the back seat.

"Hopefully, in there sucking down 10 bags of bag."

The scene in the living room was a chaotic one. White towels covered in blood littered the floor next to the couch. Bonnie sat cradling Damon's head in her lap and Enzo stood in the corner observing the scene like some weird pervert.

"What can I do?" Elena asked throwing herself into the mix. Were Damon laid on the couch apparently unconscious.

"Grab more blood bags from the cellar," Stefan commanded ripping the dark grey polo shirt from off his brothers shoulders.

Jeremy covered his nose the stench of the blood activating his gag reflex.

Elena returned practically dumping the bags at Damon's feet. Stefan sat on the edge of the couch and grabbed bag after bag. Ripping it open and pouring it down his brothers throat one at a time. The gaping whole in his stomach slowly began to close.

"More." Damon mumbled the fog over his mind lifting as he took the bags from his brothers hands.

"That's the last one," Elena replied watching on hopelessly. Wishing she was the one holding Damon's hands right now instead of Bonnie.

Damon sat up and grabbed the bag at his feet. The pain from his back rearing its ugly head just as the wound on his stomach healed.

"Oh my God." Bonnie said getting up from the couch as she covered her mouth with her hand. A small amount of Damon's blood finding its way onto her nose. The gaping whole was healing, but it was being replaced by more scar tissue on his back. "His backs not healing."