Bonnie stared at her nails. They had bits of Damon’s flesh underneath them. “Damn it, I just had my nails done” she muttered. She looked at Damon’s hurt face. “I hope Ты understand I have to do this. I could’ve taken down all vampires, but instead I focused on Ты only. Ты should be grateful for the rest of your kind”
“Thanks” Damon mumbled sarcastic, but it was good enough for Bonnie.
“Hmm” she said, еще to herself than to Damon. “Stefan left me some vervain to help me keep Ты in check”
Stefan, Damon thought, when I die (he was certain he would) I will haunt Ты for the rest of your vampire existence.
“I was wondering” Bonnie continued. “If I threw it in your eyes, what would happen?”
Damon jerked the chains again as Bonnie lifted up a bottle of vervain. It probably had been there all along, but in the darkness Damon hadn’t seen it.
“Please, don’t do it” he begged. “I’ll be blind”
“Yeah, that’s the idea” Bonnie сказал(-а) sweet. “Besides, it’s already pitch dark in here, so what’s the difference?” She opened the bottle and emptied the liquid in Damon’s eyes, causing other parts of his face to burn as well. Damon squeezed his eyes, but the vervain was too strong and searched its way to his eyes.