What Lies Beneath

Chapter 18: Surrendered

The woods of Mystic Falls were dark and ominous feeling, with creepy sounds emanating from the shadows. A thick fog covered the ground, seeping through the low bushes towards the rushing falls. It was midnight and everyone had since left the surrounding areas long ago, the random party over with. The only things that remained were cans and bottles that some older patron would no doubt pick up in the morning to recycle while muttering about the stupid kids.

Slowly making her way past the tall trees with their dark, thick leaves, Bonnie wet her lips and tried to watch where she stepped but it was hard. The moon was full but slightly hidden; casting distorted silhouettes like crooked monsters against what was usually cheery looking foliage. She could hear the twigs snapping under her black boots, and overhead an owl hooted lazily. She felt like she was in a horror movie, waiting for the monster to jump out and try to attack her.

Crack!

Jerking around, she swallowed hard and cursed the fact that she'd forgotten her flashlight. "Hello? Is—is someone there?" The hairs on her arms stood to attention; a sharp jolt running down her spine. "Screw this!"

Turning on her heels, she hurried through the brush, heading towards the clearing. I shouldn't be out here. I'm not ready yet.

She stepped over a wide fallen limb, frowning when her pretty blue dress snagged. She delicately freed it so it wouldn't rip and then continue on her way, her anxiety rising as the weird sounds got louder and louder. Something was watching her—waiting for her to make a mistake so that it could swoop in. And she wasn't sure that she could fight it off or defend herself this time. Yes her powers were growing more and more each day, but there were some things even shecouldn't defeat.

The moon broke through the clouds briefly, illuminating the small trail and she found herself sighing in relief because of it. Tucking the hair out of her face, she hurried along the path, letting her mind wander to all that she needed to do when she got home. Suddenly something grabbed her from behind and lifted her into the air, swinging her around and shoving her unceremoniously into the nearest tree. She coughed as the wind was knocked out of her lungs. Quickly it turned into a scream the moment sharp fangs drove down into the soft skin of her neck.

Her body shuddered, her nails coming up to dig into strong biceps. "Please…don't…kill me…"

Damon groaned lowly and pulled back, gazing into her eyes with liquid black ones of his own. "That was fucken awesome. You're good at this game."

She shook her head yet was amused by him. "Really? I thought I was overacting…"

He licked his red tinged lips. "No, no you were magnificent. If you want I could go kill Julia Roberts and give you her Oscar."

She chuckled. "Um, thanks but I'm good." Looking at him, she smoothed her thumb across his brow. "Was I really okay? I—I've never done anything like this before."

His face returned to normal. "Bonnie, you were perfect. Granted there is a certain thrill when it's actually life or death but this was fun too. I'm gonna wanna do it again by the way, but maybe next time at the manor and you can wear a nightie."

Bonnie smirked; I should have known Damon Salvatore's kink would be scary vampire/helpless victim. When he'd suggested they do a little role playing, she'd hit him with a serious case of side eye. Naturally she figured he meant sex, and he figured that she figured he meant sex, so he'd then decided to call her a pervert and go on about his fragile sensibilities.

He'd get away with a lot less if he weren't so hot.

"Well you got your…fix for tonight so I guess I should be going home." She rubbed at her neck, wondering if she had a choker big enough to cover the wound.