Damon walked into the living room, finding Bonnie going through her cupboards. “That perra really got me. Look at my neck” she dicho bitter. Damon grabbed her arm and forced her to turn around. All of the fear he had felt since she jinxed him was gone and now all she could read on his face was fury. “Let go of me, Damon” she dicho with a cold voice, though she couldn’t hide the tremble. Damon brought his face to hers and looked her straight in the eye. He wasn’t going to compel her, he knew he wasn’t strong enough. “What have tu done to Elena? tu dicho tu wouldn’t hurt her” he dicho soft but threatening. “I didn’t hurt her” Bonnie dicho scared. “She’s happy, isn’t that a good thing?” Damon put his hand on her throat and squeezed it. “No, it isn’t. She believes everything to be okay, when it’s not. What if Klaus comes back and does something to her? She’s not careful anymore and Stefan’s gone, so he can’t protect her. And thanks to tu neither can I” he hissed angry. Bonnie tried to swallow, but Damon’s grip was too tight. She wanted to mind-torture him, but couldn’t. She could hardly breathe. Damon loosened his grip a bit, so she could at least talk. “Katherine can protect her” Bonnie dicho hoarse. “That’s why I didn’t bewitch her, so she could keep an eye on Elena” Damon chuckled, but then was serious again. “Well, aren’t tu noble then. tu didn’t let Katherine off the hook so she could keep Elena safe. You’re afraid of her. You’re scared she will harm you, and tu were right” he dicho with a nod at Bonnies neck. He grabbed her hair and let his fangs sink in her flesh. She screamed, but Damon tightened his grip and fiercely drank her blood.