After my friend recommended this show, I sat down and watched like half the season on my TiVo. And now I'm proud to say that I'm completely addicted. I'm in love with Damon. And I've never thought much about Bonnie until episode 1.9 with that delcious tension between the two of them. Now I'm obsessed with the coupling.

Anyways, this story is an exploration of the characters and where a romance between the two would actually lead.

I'm totally ignoring canon right now and freezing the time period in this story to be right after episode 1.9.

Disclaimer: Everything wouldn't revolve around Elena if it were up to me.

Bonnie Bennett should be jealous of Elena Gilbert. She really should. Everyone else was. Elena was thin and beautiful and everything in Mystic Falls seemed to revolve around her. More importantly; she had the full, unwavering love from the more morally sound of the two worshipped Salvatore brothers. Elena was smart. She was thoughtful. She had the long, silky straight hair Bonnie would kill for. She didn't need cheerleading to become the most popular girl at school. Caroline was jealous. She even attempted to one up on Elena by dating the older Salvatore… Look how well that went. She couldn't get his love. No one could get the love of the Salvatore brothers. They were the idolized fantasies of every girl in town. But yet, both had fallen head over heels immediately for Elena.

Bonnie hummed a little tune as she pulled a comb through her hair. She should be jealous of Elena. Surprisingly, she wasn't.

Her heart was light and she felt like breaking out into song and dance as she gleefully watched the rose petals flutter around her head. She put her comb down and reached her hand out. Instantly, her suede brown boots flew into her outstretched hand. She couldn't help but laugh with joy as she pulled them on.

Bonnie Bennett barely passed Trigonometry last semester. She had to spend hours in the salon to keep her hair from frizzing into a million curls. She bloated like a blue whale that time of month. Stefan Salvatore wouldn't look twice at her. Yet she had not the slightest inclination to be like Elena. Not when she could create such beauty with a mere flick of her wrist.

The rose petals filled her rose with a light fragrance. She smiled broadly every time one brushed against her cheek. Bonnie Bennett had magic. Elena Gilbert had drama with her hot vampire boyfriend. Magic or drama? It wasn't that difficult of a choice.

***

The scars itched. Bonnie always wore her hair down recently to cover up the two puncture marks on the side of her neck. How could she possibly explain them? She just hoped they'd heal eventually. Maybe she could find a spell for that in one of Grams' old magic books. Just the thought of that brought a smile to her face.

"What are you smiling about?" Caroline demanded, horrified by how anyone could be less than miserable in a Physics class.

"Nothing," Bonnie said, quickly hiding her grin by ducking her head to continue scribbling in her notebook. Something about magic filled her heart with lightness. It brought a sparkle in her eye, a reason for life. It completed her. People were always questioning why she was so happy. Somehow, Bonnie preferred those questions to ones Elena received. "Why is she alone in the corner?" "Are those tears in her eyes?" "Is that a… bite mark on her shoulder?"

Bonnie's life was relatively simple. Emily came back and haunted her for a while, but that was all over now. Simple and easy again. On the other hand, Elena's was so difficult and complicated. So much drama with violence, death, sex, and vampires. Bonnie so did not envy her. She was a rather lazy person, really. Which is why her boring life suited her. And everything was going to be simple for the rest of her life, as she was Bonnie and not Elena.

However, all of that changed as Bonnie walked into the parking lot after physics to find a certain someone perched too casually on top of her car, all set to twist her life into a complicated mess.

***

"Hello, Bonnie." As she saw his smile, hers automatically slid off her face.

Her brain was instantly in panic mode. What did Grams say to go again when encountering vampires? Oh yeah, block the mind, don't look them in the eyes and stay cautious. "Hello, Damon," she evenly said, digging through her bag for her keys. It was difficult, though, as she was holding her Spanish and physics textbooks in one hand and a duffel bag from cheer practice that morning in the other.

"Here, let me help," he said, taking the books.

"Thanks." She accidently looked up for a second, losing herself momentarily in those ridiculously smoldering azure eyes before forcibly reverting her eyes to her car door. "So… what brings you to… my car, Damon?"

He easily hopped off the hood of her car, but landed an inch too close to her. She had nowhere to back to, especially when he took another step forth in the already nonexistent space between them. "As you know, Miss Bennett, a certain relative of yours broke a promise to me a few days ago." He leaned heavily against one arm planted on the car, trapping her in. "The promise included your protection." Adrenaline warning her of this danger pounded through her system a million miles a minute, but all Bonnie could think of was how nice his spicy scent was less than a foot away from her.

She tried to breathe, "I- I don't understand."

His lips parted to show her his seemingly harmless canines, "Emily broke the promise. I'd feel no remorse in-" His fingers lightly ghosted over the scar on her neck, "Well, you know."

She definitely did know. Goosebumps sprung from where his skin met hers. Those same teeth smiling so inoffensively at her right now were buried deep within her flesh a few nights ago. That thought alone sent a shiver down her back. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to run or fight, yet she held her ground. "And why would you do that, Damon?" She was proud of how even her voice was, "It was Emily who broke the promise, not me." She placed her hands on his chest and tried to shove, but he was unbudging. She stared up at the space between his eyes, "Please leave."

He chuckled once as he idly twisted one of her dark curls around his finger. He lifted the lock of hair to his face and inhaled deeply, "You smell delicious, Bonnie. And you definitely tasted delicious that night. Now, we wouldn't want any slip ups, would we, dear?"

Her jaw clenched, "You wouldn't dare," she hissed in a low voice, "Elena and Stefan would know and they'd-"

"They'd what, Bonnie? You know as well as I that that would only make me more angry." His seductive voice lowered to a whisper, "Who knows who I may turn on next? Caroline doesn't exactly love me, does she? Who else is dear to you? Parents? Your beloved 'Grams'?"

Her heart sank rapidly. She swallowed loudly and looked up, straight into his eyes, "What do you want?"

His perfect face broke into a brilliant smile. "Ah, there's the spirit! All you morally sound girls are the same." He put on a high-pitched, valley girl accent, "Oh my god! Like, I totally love my daddy! Gotta be a good girl and save him!"

Bonnie was not amused. "Well?"

His face fell slightly. "Sex and blow jobs. Maybe a threesome here and again?"

"Hell no."

He pouted, "Well, you're no fun! Fine, I guess you'll just have to complete Emily's part of the bargain. You know, free the trapped vampires using the power of the moon and all that witchy crap, yada yada yada."

She bit her lip, "You know what? I think I prefer the first proposition better."

His face lit up. "Really?"

She thought for a second. Prostitute or murderer? That was no choice at all. He really needed to get out of her personal space so she could think. "No."

"Damn. That would have been great. What about the two together?"

"What about you leaving me alone and me sparing you pain?"

He laughed, "You think too much of yourself, little witch."

"Shut up, leech." While he was still distracted, Bonnie managed to slip past him. Abandoning her car, she began walking hurriedly towards the school. From the corner of the eye, she could still see him waving at her, a broad smile on his face. Her chest was leaden with dread. She now had the choice of killing her parents or bringing multiple blood-sucking monsters back to life to unleash on the town. The end was bound to be disastrous… Unless she did something first. Her life wasn't supposed to be complicated… But this was only the beginning.

Trust me; it gets more interesting.

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