AN: hi! Sooo this will be my first fic for the show… as well as rated M fic. I am not saying for sure that there will be lemons in this, because I have never even attempted to write anything like that but hey, who knows. For now it's rated M because i am super paranoid. Some of you may know me from my fics for tvd books; check them out if you want to. Anyways enough chit chat, enjoy… hopefully lol.
Warning: the characters in this fic may be OOC and this is an AU fic, meaning it does not follow the story line of the show. Also, I apologize in advance for any and all mistakes you ma find.
Disclaimer: I do not own TVD or its characters.
When Damon Salvatore woke up he was confused, for he had the strangest feeling that he wasn't in his own house despite the fact that his stubborn brain told him otherwise.
"Up already?" a familiar voice said amused from the bed beside him.
He glanced over at the petite witch beside him, pure adoration in her beautiful green eyes.
"I just couldn't remain asleep when a beauty like you is in my bed." he smiled.
Though he had said the words and they had flowed naturally he had felt that something was very off about this whole scene.
What it was exactly he couldn't for the life of him put his finger on, and his stubborn brain told him that he shouldn't question it.
She clasped his hand in hers and his eyes shot to their entwining fingers, his eyes shooting to the matching set of gold wedding bands that they wore on their ring fingers.
"Bonnie, this might sound strange, but when did we get married?" he asked.
She smacked his chest playfully.
"Oh you, always teasing me like that." she said with a smile.
Her smile however faded into a frown when she saw the look of puzzlement on his handsome features.
"Last month." she answered.
As he tried to process this information he was interrupted by her laughter.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"You must have hit your head harder than we thought last night." she replied.
"Last night?" He quirked a brow.
She stretched and the small camisole she wore rode up.
Damon's eyes shot to her incredibly sexy flat stomach, and he was filled with desire.
"Yes, I got a little carried away while we were making love and you hit your head pretty hard. Which reminds me, we're going to have to call someone to fix the tiling in the shower." she answered as she slipped out of the bed.
His eyes slid to the very short shorts that she wore.
A smirk spread across his lips.
There were two things he loved in life and those were blood and sex, and if a little thing like Bonnie could keep up with him like that, it was no wonder that he had made her his wife.
"Care to freshen up my memory?" he asked suggestively.
She laughed and crawled onto the bed kissing him with passion.
His body seemed to come to life as her lips met his and he had no doubt in his mind now, that making her his wife had been the best decision of his life.
She broke the kiss that had left him breathless.
"As tempting as your offer is, you seem to be forgetting that you have a business to run Mr. Salvatore."
"And what business is more important than staying in bed to make love to my beautiful wife all day long."
She giggled.
"Come on, you know you can't trust Jason to keep everything under control at the restaurant."
"The restaurant?" he asked.
Her eyebrows furrowed in worry as she stared at her husband.
"Okay, now you're scaring Me." she said.
"I think it's time I stop drinking." he replied half joking half not.
"Damon, you haven't had an ounce of liquor for months now. Maybe we should go to the doctor? You might be suffering from a head injury."
He wasn't a doctor, but he was pretty sure that vampires couldn't get a brain injury or at least not a lasting one anyways.
"No, I'm fine," he lied; when he saw the concern in her eyes he smiled reassuringly and added, "I'll get ready right now."
"Good." she got up and headed out of the bedroom, stopping at the entrance and turning back to face her husband.
"Oh, and don't forget we are having dinner at the Michelson's tonight."
When he gave her a blank look she sighed.
"You know our friends, Klaus and Rebekah?"
Those names were very familiar to him and though he didn't know exactly what relationship they had to him, it was good to finally find that he at least remembered something.
"Of course." he answered.
When she disappeared through the door he quickly grabbed his cell phone from the night stand and searched for the local restaurants in the area that he might own.
Almost immediately he found an article on the one that he was looking for.
A picture of him and Bonnie smiling in front of a large building with a sign that read 'Salvatore' caught his eye.
He skimmed through the article trying to learn more about it and all he really found besides the description of the items on the menu was the slogan.
'A taste of Italy' it read.
He put down his phone and got dressed quickly, hoping that as the day went on he would regain his memory.
He exited the bedroom, slowly walking down the hallway to look at the pictures that lined the walls.
He stopped at one in particular to see if it would spark something in his memory.
It was of him and Bonnie holding hands as they stared into each other's eyes lovingly at the altar; he in a tailored Armani suit, and she looking exquisite in a lovely wedding gown.
Beside him was a blond man, whom he presumed to be his best man, and maybe even Klaus.
Beside her was a beautiful blonde woman, her maid of honor.
Rebekah.
He and Bonnie looked so happy in the picture, and whatever had happened last night seemed to prove that they were still going strong.
So how was it that such an important day and month for that fact, have slipped his mind?
He shook himself free of his pondering and continued down the hallway.
He found Bonnie in the kitchen cooking breakfast for herself, still garnered in her very tempting sleepwear.
He snuck up on her and wrapped his arms around her causing her to jump and laugh as she turned to face him, his arms still encircling her waist.
He loved the sound of her laugh.
"Now you're acting more like yourself." she said as she straightened his crooked tie.
"I still say I should just stay home for today." he smirked.
"As much as I would love that, you can't. Tonight after dinner though, we can make love all night if you wish."
"Oh I wish." he said as he kissed his wife fervently.
She broke the kiss to catch her breath.
She pulled her hair to the side, exposing her long neck.
She was tempting him, yet he couldn't bring himself to bite her.
"What's wrong?" she asked as if this was something that they had done every day, and for all he knew this could be the case.
"I think I will wait until after dinner when we have more time." he smiled as he left one last lingering kiss on her lips before leaving.
Bonnie bit her lip in thought as the door closed behind her husband.
He was acting strange this morning and though at first she had thought he was playing some kind if joke in her, now she wasn't so sure.
She picked up the phone and dialed Rebekah's number.
"Bonnie?" Rebekah answered.
"I think something is wrong with Damon." Bonnie stated worriedly into the phone.
There was a slight pause before Rebekah spoke again.
"How so?"
"Well he woke up this morning as if he didn't know where he was, and then he forgot that we were married and even about the restaurant." Bonnie answered.
A longer pause ensued and Bonnie could swear she heard Rebekah curse under her breath before speaking.
"Don't worry about a thing Bonnie; Klaus is going to have a chat with Damon, okay?"
"Okay." Bonnie said doubtfully.
If she, his wife couldn't get through to him, what could his best friend do?
"See you and the Mr. at dinner darling." Rebekah said into the phone as she hung up.
Bonnie was broken away from her thoughts as the stench of her now burnt breakfast entered her nose.
She cursed and took the smoking pan off of the stove and tossed it into the sink, coughing and fanning the putrid smoke away from her as she did so.
She let the garbage disposal do its work, suddenly she wasn't so hungry anymore.
"We have a problem." Rebekah said as she burst into her brothers' room without knocking.
"Oh?" he asked lazily as he continued working on his current sketch.
"Yes brother so if you are done coloring, we need to fix it an fast."
"What is so urgent that it cannot wait just a minute? You know I do not like to be rushed." he asked annoyed.
"I just got a call from one of our little toys; it seems that Damon is having a lapse in his memory."
"Well that really is a problem then. We can't have him messing up the game now can we?" Klaus smirked.
"It seems as if we have underestimated his strength, I think you need to compel him again and Bonnie too just to be sure."
"Yes, yes. I'll get right to it." Klaus said as he stood up.
"She isn't that beautiful." Rebekah said with a hint of jealousy as she glanced at Klaus's unfinished picture.
She had never liked Caroline, and she couldn't see what her brothers' obsession with the blonde was about.
"To each his own." he replied.
"Now if you will excuse me, I have to make sure that the happy couple stays happy." he said as he brushed past his sister.
They had started this little game for their amusement, for what is more amusing than making two people who despise each other think that they were in love.
He had compelled them both giving them all new memories, and had even gone to great lengths to make this fantasy seem realistic.
Posing for pictures of a fake wedding; opening up a restaurant in the vampires' name.
Yes, he had really out done himself this time, and he wasn't about to just let it all crash and burn before the real fun started.
He smirked to himself as he hopped into his car.
Life is great. He thought to himself, pulling out of the driveway and heading to the restaurant.
AN: so this basically was an introduction, should I continue or not? R&R