What Lies Beneath

Chapter 11: Unlike Us

Music with thick drumbeats droned from the large stereo, vibrating the speakers and furniture in the room. The curtains were wide open, letting in the bright sunlight to warm the hidden corners. Bonnie Bennett moaned and leaned her head back, her face the very picture of bliss as Damon Salvatore bit down into her wrist. Before when he'd fed from her there had been nothing but pain and almost dying, but now everything was different. Now there was pleasure and a swirling sensation that stretched to all parts of her body when he sucked.

It had been a week since her grandmother's funeral, and her grief over her death hadn't subsided at all. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see the scene replaying over and over in her mind. For a moment she thought she would go crazy from the agony of it all. Her father noticed and shipped her off to visit an aunt, hoping it would make her feel better to be away from Mystic Falls. However it didn't, so after a few days, she returned to the small town under the cover of darkness and by bus where Damon was waiting for her. No one knew she was home yet—not even her best friend.

Well Stefan knew because he could smell her in their home, but she'd forced him to remain silent. She just wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone or to see their looks of pity. He didn't like it though—not that she cared.

The night in the forest where she asked Damon to take her life had brought them closer together. They were both grieving in their own ways, and it seemed natural that they gravitated towards each other. He didn't ask her stupid questions about her feelings or to talk about it. He let her sulk if she wanted to sulk, or found means to take her mind off of stuff.

That is where the biting came in.

When he'd suggested it, she'd thought he was out of his mind and just using it as an excuse to get a taste of witch blood. But he assured her the affects would be amazing, and oddly enough she'd believed him. Without compulsion she was sure it would hurt to high heaven—apparently that was up to the discretion of the vampire. The first time he sunk his teeth into her, a white-hot pulse had throbbed through her veins. She imagined it's what doing cocaine or heroin felt like when it was still scary and new. It was only made better by seeing his contact high.

Now it didn't hurt so much as prick and even that was welcomed. Sometimes a little pain was needed.

"Damon…" She whispered with a grin. "Mmm, how am I gonna show my face again with all these?" She gestured to the bites on her neck, inner thigh and now wrist. "People are going to think I was attacked or something."

He smirked, licking his lips. "I'll give you a little nip to heal them before you go home."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she swayed to the music. "Sounds good to me."

"You know how they would feel even more amazing?" He arched a brow, his hands sliding down her back.

She chuckled and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. "Always wanting more, huh? I'm letting you taste me, isn't that enough?"

He shook his head. "Of course not. I wanna taste you and be inside you."

His words made her shiver. "Maybe…if you're good."

The handsome vampire snorted. "When am I ever good?"

"Good point." She mused. "Still I don't know if I'm on board with sleeping with you yet. One out of character thing at a time."

Pouting, he nuzzled her throat and sunk his fangs into the tender skin, groaning as her blood flooded his mouth. Her legs trembled and he held her up to his bare chest, her skin flushed and warm. "You are the best I have ever tasted."

"I—I bet you say that to al—all the girls." She panted breathlessly.

"Yes. But with you I actually mean it." Pause. "Trust me."