A/N: This is a dark story. It's intended to be slow-burn. There are very much trigger warnings. Katherine will also be featured in this story. Reviews are lovely. (Bc currently, Berek is my OTP)

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter One:

I took a deep breath and tried to mentally prepare myself, as I walked into the hospital that Damon works at. It didn't take me long to spot him. He noticed me right away and gave me the smile that used to make me melt, now it just made me feel uneasy. I plastered a smile on my face and walked over to him, like the dutiful girlfriend I'm supposed to be. He wanted me to bring him lunch, so here I am.

"Hey baby, is that for me?" He asked in a light voice. I nodded, even though he already knows that it is. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't. But playing the part is what I'm supposed to do – playing the part is the only thing that keeps me safe.

"I brought your favorite." I told him. I stopped by a local Italian place and got his standing order. What Damon wants, Damon gets.

"That's my girl." He smirked as he pulled me in for a kiss. I was careful not to wince or show pain. He hates that. I did my best to kiss him back.

"I thought I saw you, Bonnie!" Meredith exclaimed. I smiled at her. She's always been nice to me, and not because she wants to get into Damon's pants. She's just a genuinely caring person. "Awe, how sweet. Did you bring your guy lunch?" She asked, beaming at me. I nodded and an easy smile stretched across my face. "When are you guys gonna get married?" She pried. The thought of marrying Damon made my heart plummet into my stomach. There's nothing that I'd rather avoid. I can't imagine being legally tethered to the very man that gives me nightmares every night.

"We're still young. Why rush, right? Besides, things are perfect the way they are. I can't imagine being with anyone else. Bonnie is perfect for me. And have you seen her? She's a bombshell." Damon said with his usual persuasive ease. The kind of ease that made people look the other way and never think twice about the lame excuses he always uses. Why would they? He's a charmer.

"Well, I don't know about that, but Damon is definitely a catch." I lied and leaned up to give him another kiss. His eyes twinkled and I knew that I did the right thing. I carefully set the bag of his food on the desk in the waiting area.

"Ouch, what did you do, Bonnie?" Meredith asked me, gesturing to my wrist. I glanced down at it and took a deep breath, before pasting a small smile on my face. I flipped my hair back with my good hand and leaned forward.

"Are you ready for this? Because you're gonna laugh." I warned her. She giggled and nodded. Damon just stood back and watched as I gave her my practiced lie. "Damon is always going on about how he hates the color of his bathroom. So, I thought it would be nice to surprise him one day, while he was at work. Big mistake – let me tell you. I made the mistake of leaning too far, while I was painting and I fell off of the ladder." I told her. Her hand flew to her mouth. I nodded. "I guess I made the ladder fall, too, because both gallons of paint came down with me… Luckily the floor wasn't damaged, because the paint tins both landed on me. My wrist and knee caught their fall." I finished explaining, with a practiced laugh. She looked so sympathetic.

"That's the last time I let her paint alone." Damon joked. I nodded and leaned into him.

"Thank God," I agreed. Meredith just laughed.

"You're too much." She grinned. Her pager went off. "That's me. I gotta go, but I'll catch you later. Enjoy lunch!" She excused herself and she was off. Damon turned his full attention on me.

"How did you get here?" He asked me, quietly, careful to keep his body language nonthreatening.

"Caroline brought me. She offered, since I can't really drive on the pain meds." I told him. He nodded.

"Come on. Let's eat in my office." He suggested. He offered me his arm and I took it, wishing that I didn't have to. Going to his office, where no one can see us could mean so many different things. I hope Caroline doesn't mind waiting… Even if she does, there's really not much that I can do now.

Once we were in his office, he closed the door and shut the blinds, so no one could look in on us. He locked the door and walked over to me, before putting the food on his desk. He backed me up against the wall. I fought to keep my breathing even, but failed. He scares me and he knows it. He uses it to his advantage on a daily basis. I hate it.

"Come on, Bonnie. You know what I want." He whispered, as his hands found my waist. He was already unbuttoning my jeans. My breathing quickened and I begged myself not to cry.

"Don't, please," I begged. His face twisted into a cruel smirk and I knew that I made a mistake by asking. I should have just kept my mouth shut. I'm so fucking stupid. I tried to brace myself for whatever punishment he was going to give me.

"Don't what, Bonnie?" He asked in a low voice. I felt the blood draining from my face. I just shook my head.

"Nothing," I lied. His mouth relaxed, but his eyes still looked dangerous.

"Get on your knees." He breathed. I trembled, but did as he told me. I tried to block it out as it happened. It made it easier if I didn't think about it. I wasn't down there long. He yanked me up and threw me against his desk. He pulled my pants down and bent me over. "You better hope to God that you're wet, otherwise this is going to hurt." He taunted in my ear. I just shook against him. I keened my ears and tried to listen for the rip of a condom wrapper, but heard none. He shoved himself inside of me, without warning. I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming out. God, it hurts. It always does with Damon. He kept his movements brutal. I know that I'm going to have bruises from the desk, but I also know that he doesn't care. Why would he? He seemed set on taking his time. It felt like forever, before I knew he was close.

"Don't come inside me." I begged him, bordering hysteria. He just chuckled and gripped my waist harder. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked back. I cried out as he shot his seed inside of me. I sobbed. I'm not on birth control. He doesn't allow it. I can't get pregnant with his baby. I can't. I'd rather die, than bring a child into this world with him. I just can't.

"You should know better, than to tell me what to do." He seethed, as he pulled out. I slumped onto the floor and he fixed his pants. He started eating his lunch, like nothing just happened. He looked down at me, like I was a stain on his floor. "Get a hold of yourself. I have an image to uphold. If I wanted to be with someone who looked like a two dollar whore, I wouldn't be with you." He growled. He strode over to me and pulled me to my feet. He fixed my clothes, purposefully not cleaning me up. He smirked at me and put his arms on either side of me, caging me in. "Say it." He ordered. I wanted to refuse, but I didn't want to face the aftermath.

"I love you." I bit out. It sounded like a lie and I didn't care. He moved so fast, that I didn't even see it. I felt the blow in my stomach, before I realized what happened. I cried out and fell forward. He pulled my hair into his fist and forced me to look up at him.

"You're mine. Don't ever forget that." He looked down at my mouth and kissed me, like he really did love me. It was soft and tender, everything that he wasn't. He coaxed me into a make-out session. I felt myself getting lost in him. He always gets me like this. It's so easy to forget how evil he can be, sometimes. He picked me up and started kissing my neck. I groaned and wrapped my legs against him. "I love you." He breathed. His hand traveled up my shirt and caressed every inch of skin that he could touch. He pushed everything off of his desk and lowered me down, before working on taking off my clothes. I knew what he wanted and I knew that I would give it to him. We were having sex in a matter of moments. His libido is ridiculous.

He didn't use a condom this time, either. That wasn't lost on me. I don't know why he does this. He plays me hot and cold to keep me off guard. I can't stand it. He cleaned me up this time. He helped me get dressed and kissed me more. He walked me to the door and escorted me out of the building. We walked me all the way to right outside the front doors. He kissed me outside, probably to show everyone that I was his. Whatever his reason, he took his time.

"I'll see you at home. Don't worry about making dinner. I'll order us something, before I head home. Take a bath. It'll help your ribs." He told me. I nodded.

"I will." I promised.

"Good girl," he smirked. "I love you, baby. Be good." With that, he went back into the building. I limped to Caroline's car. My knee still isn't healed. It's a miracle that it didn't break. I just have a sprain. My wrist is a completely different story. I can already feel the bruises from visiting Damon. I sighed. I prayed to God that Caroline wasn't already mad at me and wouldn't mind stopping by the pharmacy so I could get a Plan B pill.

Caroline was livid, when I explained why I needed to go to the pharmacy. She's also one of my only friends and the only one who knows what Damon is really like. I can't always keep up his messes by myself. I went in alone, because I didn't want Caroline to cause a scene. I walked to the back of the pharmacy and waited my turn in line.

"Your classes have really been a lifesaver, Derek. I don't know what I would do without you." One of the women gloated to a well-built man in line ahead of me. He gives lessons? What kind?

"I think that everyone should be able to defend themselves. It's no trouble at all." He smiled at her. He's handsome, too. She walked away and he smiled at me. I felt my cheeks turn red.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but you offer self-defense classes?" I asked him, in a moment of bravery. He nodded kindly at me. "Would you mind if I asked where?" I pried, timidly. He laughed and shook his head.

"I give lessons at the YMCA in town." He explained. I nodded.

"One of my friends teaches Pilates and yoga there, Caroline." I admitted.

"I know her. Caroline is great." He made easy conversation with me.

"Um, how much are your classes?" I asked him, trying not to talk myself out of this. If Damon didn't find out… it might be good to learn.

"Ten dollars a session." He replied. I nodded.

"When are they? I'm sorry about all the questions, but I think… I think I might really benefit from that kind of class." I told him. He nodded.

"Is that what happened to your arm?" He asked. I froze and shook my head.

"That? No. I'm just clumsy." I lied. He didn't seem to buy it, though.

"Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays."

"Do you offer private lessons?" I inquired. The less people know about this the better. Instead of replying, he just nodded. Today is Tuesday, so there should be one tomorrow. "Would ten in the morning be okay? Caroline's yoga class is at nine." I asked.

"That's fine." He admitted. "Look, if you don't want me to ask about your injuries, I won't. But that doesn't mean that I believe a word of your excuses." He told me. His words shook me to my core. I didn't know what to say.

"Okay. Can we… Can we just keep the lessons between us? If you don't ask, then I won't lie. I just… It would be really great if Caroline was the only other person who knew that I was taking a self-defense class." I told him, timidly.

"You have my word. I'll see you tomorrow." He agreed. He got his prescriptions from the pharmacist and left, without saying anything else. The exchange made me feel unsettled. I don't like doing things that would piss Damon off, but something in my gut told me that I this was something I needed. I hope I'm right.

"Can I help you?" The pharmacist asked me. I nodded.

"Can I get the Plan B pill, please?" I asked her. She gave me a disgusted look of disapproval, but did as I asked. I handed her the money to pay for it and left without anything else. I caught Derek looking at me as he waited to pay for the rest of his items. Had he heard me? I sighed. It's not like I can afford to worry about that now. Damon is going to be home soon. What have I gotten myself into?