The Sweeter the Blood

Damon

He awoke to bright white lights but something deep inside told him that this wasn't heaven. It couldn't be. The smell of antiseptic assaulted his senses and so did her scent; that infuriatingly sweet concoction of lilac and blood. Damon knew she was close, only when he attempted to turn his head, he found that he couldn't.

Why can't I move?

"You're up," she breathed.

Bonnie.

As if she heard him think her name, the green-eyed witch appeared in his line of sight. That emerald gaze of hers glittered in the light, transfixing him like a moth to a flame. Never has he wanted to kiss someone and kill them at the same time. Not since Katherine. But Bonnie isn't Katherine. She is something sweeter, more dangerous. He parted his lips to speak but found his voice was gone just like his ability to move. The pulse of her blood was loud in his ears as she ran a hand through his hair the way a mother would soothe her child. Except soothe was the exact opposite of what she did.

"I know that look. You want to snap my neck right now, don't you?"

He tried to speak again but the pressure of her finger on his lips silenced him. "Just relax. This will all be over soon." He wanted to know what she meant by that but the faint dripping sound to the left of him gave him a clue.

Blood.

She was taking his blood.

"Not all of it," Bonnie explained, as if she could read his thoughts.

"Just enough to get us out of here." He glared at her, communicating all of his anger in that one piercing look.

"You gave me no choice," she argued. "I know you think there is another way out of here but there isn't. This is the only way."

Damon watched her pick up something and bring it to her lips. It was a blood bag. She was going to drink his blood. Her eyes never left his as she finished the bag, consuming it like it was the finest wine. He remembered her saying she had markings on her skin. He couldn't see them before but with each gulp of the blood the invisible tattoos on her arms flashed red for a few moments before disappearing again.

When she was finished, Bonnie threw the empty bag into the trash bin near the door without breaking eye contact. She made the shot.

His eyes widened. Is she a...?

"To answer your question, no, I'm not a vampire. I'm still a witch. Just a different kind." She plopped down in the chair beside his bed. "Now are you ready to listen?"

Damon could only blink.

***

The Four Horseman of the Apocalypse were real. Damon thought they were just scary stories he learned in Sunday school but, no, they were real and this Colette chick set one of them free just to get back at her coven. As much crap as he put Stefan through, he'd never in a million years think to unleash that kind of hell on him.

Bonnie smirked at him. "Cat got your tongue, Damon?"

No but somebody's cat is about to...

He stopped thinking the rest of that sentence. They were bonded now. She couldn't hear every word he thought but she picked up on his aura and could read the expressions on his face as if he were talking out loud. He still didn't understand how this blood bond worked. On the surface it seemed harmless but...he still wasn't sure if he could trust a woman who was willing to wake Pestilence just to get her revenge. Colette could be using Bonnie. She was a Bennett witch after all. Rare but extremely powerful. As much as he wanted to snap her neck, he wouldn't let any harm come to his witch.