A/N: Okay, I saw this twit pic of Kat Graham with Joseph Morgan where she's looking all rapturous while he's aiming to bite her neck, and it sparked this idea. This is AU so sorry no supernatural powers, everyone is just a regular ole human. Just give it a chance and you might like it. Thank you for reading.

Disclaimer: These characters are the creative property of LJ Smith and The CW. No copyright infringement is intended.


Waiting for the phone to ring could be the most annoying thing in the world, Bonnie Bennett thought as her heels clicked nosily against the laminate floors of Robert E. Lee High as she glared at her iPhone. Two days ago her best friend Caroline Forbes set her up on a semi-blind date with a real estate broker named Wes Brighton. The date had gone well, she figured and he said he would call, but hence, this was day three and she'd yet to hear from him.

Bonnie felt her irritation rising and she certainly didn't want to take it out on the students. Her job as an administrator was simple and straightforward most of the time: make sure the teachers were following the curriculum to the letter to ensure each grade reached their standardized testing goal. If everything went according to plan, there'd be kick back money for the school and Christmas bonuses.

See, simple.

Did that leave her much time for a personal life? Not really. Did she spend most her time cracking down on the lazy, underperforming teachers who only showed up for the paycheck and the benefits, of course. Did she constantly ride the backs of the students who had so much potential but decided to utilize it for mischievously deeds—naturally.

She was a shrew for the good of the people, but of course no one looked at it quite from that perspective.

Bonnie made a lot of sacrifices, her personal life probably being the biggest one. Until that blind date with Wes, it had been months since she felt the butterflies of anticipation flying around in her stomach as she prepared for a date. She needed a maintenance man more than anything because her pipes needed a thorough cleaning. There was tumbleweed rolling between her ovaries and cobwebs cleaving to her uterus.

Still, Bonnie thought and sharply turned a corner heading to her office, Wes should have called back by now.

Her performance at dinner had been stellar, damn near flawless. She laughed at his corny jokes, dressed in red like Caroline had advised, showed her wit and her intelligence in equal measure, and only drank two glasses of wine despite the fact he was trying to get her to consume the entire bottle.

At the end of the night when they were standing on her porch having the awkward conversation before the inevitable first kiss, the moment hit a stutter when Wes smiled revealing he had spinach caught between his front teeth.

Needless to say it was a major turn off.

When his head began to descend, Bonnie felt her gag reflex bobbing up and down in the back of her throat, and at the last second she turned her head to the side and his lips crashed into her cheek.

Okay, so perhaps he felt a little rejected and as such was taking it out on her by not calling.

Whatever.

Bonnie had worked too hard to get where she was. One of the top administrators for the Commonwealth of Virginia before reaching thirty; had published two articles for the Journal of Education, and won a plethora of awards for her skills and hard work. She was accomplished and didn't need to beg some man to call her back.

However, if only she could find an accomplished man so they could have some accomplished kids, her accomplished tableau would be complete.

But Bonnie wouldn't admit to being lonely, no sir-ree; she was content with her singleness and the freedom it brought. When she thought about it, Bonnie didn't have to report to anyone—other than her boss—her comings and goings. And she didn't have to go through the emotional gauntlet of loving someone who took her existence for granted.

Bonnie entered her office glad for the quiet. She always arrived at work an hour before the other faculty wandered in either from a night of grading papers or partying. Her focus was sharper when she didn't have to deal with the repetitive prattle and complaints of the teachers who, unfortunately, had to spend eight hours or more lecturing a room of ungrateful, spoiled kids.

The administrator slapped her satchel on top of her desk and turned on the computer. Sitting down on her executive chair, Bonnie had to amend her last thought. Not all the students who attended Robert E. Lee were privileged. Some of them came from more humble backgrounds and actually enjoyed learning because it was reflected in their class work and test scores.

And she certainly hadn't been born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

Mystic Falls was a suburban plateau almost at the bottom of Virginia; it was the place where the blue bloods of southern living called home.

Most neighborhoods were lined with million dollar homes with half a million dollars cars parked in the driveway.

She didn't live in such dwellings but a nice two story Colonial with her baby sister who of course was a graduating senior—thank God.

Cassie Bennett could work Bonnie's nerves like no one else on the planet, and she was more than glad that their father had set up a college fund for Cassie shortly after her birth. The girl, somehow, someway got accepted into Columbia. So come next September she would be adios, arrivederci, gone from her life.

Not wanting to wait for her system to boot up, Bonnie grabbed her mug and walked the short distance to the faculty break room to start the coffee machine.

After that she'd do her rounds and drop off necessary paperwork to certain teachers who could never remember to turn their grades in on time.

Seriously, if she wasn't here this place would be rubble in twenty-four hours. Mark her words.

Ten minutes later Bonnie sipped her Columbian blend, closed her eyes and enjoyed its warmth as it ran down her throat. How sad that a good cup of coffee could get her closer to orgasm than her last two sexual encounters.

Go figure.

When Bonnie returned to her office, she picked up her oh so trusty clipboard perpetually glued to her hand so she could jot down notes for topics for upcoming faculty meetings, and the stack of authorization forms that needed to be filled out for some of the new hires.

Taking another quick sip, and picking up her cell, she went to do her rounds.

Bonnie hummed quietly to herself and wondered if she could fit in an outlet shopping trip to Pennsylvania this weekend. It could work if Cassie had every intention of sneaking out of the house to spend the night with her boyfriend. I seriously need to consider nailing her windows shut,Bonnie thought, but then had to smile.

When she and her friends were in high school everyone treated everyone's house like they were revolving doors. If she wasn't in her bed, she'd either be at Caroline's or Elena's or Tyler's. She and Tyler Lockwood had been heavy in high school so much that everyone expected them to run to the nearest chapel after graduation.

What ended up happening was…Tyler went to a chapel all right. As in Chapel Hill, North Carolina to attend Carolina on a football scholarship leaving her in the cloud of dust the wheels of his Charger kicked up.

Oh, sure he made promises that they'd stay together and have a long distance relationship with him living in North Carolina and she in Washington DC attending Howard.

They broke up within weeks of being in school and neither one looked back.

Now Tyler was working for ESPN, living in New York dating a "professional" cheerleader.

Go freakin' figure.

Bonnie grabbed a hold of the stair railing to maneuver down the short flight of steps in her heels. Flats were her shoes of choice when she was younger, but Caroline, the fashionista of the crew, would literally blow a gasket if she caught Bonnie wearing anything other than three inch heels. So now, stilettos in varying styles and colors were a staple of her wardrobe and even Bonnie could admit to not only feeling and looking taller, but they made her feel powerful and above all sexy.

Almost everyday she'd get a compliment from one of her impressionable students about her shoes.

There was a noise coming from the other end of the hallway. Bonnie stilled and listened. Behind the closed double doors was the school gym.

Football season was over but some of the varsity members continued to use the gym between seasons to stay in shape. Mostly the use of the gym before or after school hours had to be approved by the coach and the principal.

Curious, Bonnie headed in that direction although she should have been heading down the east corridor.

She pushed the door open at the same time a lean body rose from the bench press. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye; another person was working out in the gym as well. Sighing, Bonnie folded her arms over her chest and tapped her foot against the floor.

Bonnie wasn't really surprised to find Dr. Death and Mr. Original using the school facilities as if they had a right to. And she wouldn't allow herself to be distracted by the sweat glistening off their hard bodies. No, really she wouldn't.

She cleared her throat and finally caught the attention of Dr. Death.

Eyes the color of a methane flame combed over her appearance before an approving leer flashed on his face. His ink black hair was matted to his head saturated with sweat. His biceps were on full display thanks to his sleeveless shirt that was sweat stained as well.

"Bonnie…good morning," he said cheerily.

"Mr. Salvatore," Bonnie replied curtly and brought her gaze to his companion. "Mr. Mikaelson…is the principal aware of the two of you using the school facilities as if it were your personal gym?"

Damon shrugged a muscled shoulder before wiping the sweat off his face with a towel. "He shouldn't mind, but then I guess it's a good thing I'm the principal's brother."

Bonnie shook her head.

"How much trouble are we in, Miss Bennett?" Niklaus "Klaus" Mikaelson asked.

Bonnie noticed the repentance was missing on his face. "Enough to get a reprimand from me so far. You have ten minutes to clear out of here, and if you moved anything out of place, put it back."

Damon liked snippy women. It made them much more interesting to unwind in the bedroom. While Bonnie was pretending to scribble something down on the clipboard he was sure she had surgically infused to her hand, he raked his eyes over her again.

In his humble opinion, Bonnie Bennett was one sexy, although uptight woman with an ass that could launch a thousand erections. Today she had chosen to wear a knee-length black pencil skirt, an ivory silk blouse, and blood red peep toe heels. They had been co-workers for the last three years and he never once caught her wearing anything other than obscenely high fuck me pumps, tight skirts, and satin and silk blouses. And her idea of dressing down was skintight jeans and knee high boots. If she wasn't drop-dead gorgeous her outfits would have been flirting with the conservative side.

And of course for the last three years he'd done everything but set her hair on fire to get her to flirt back with him. Bonnie had remained staunchly professional almost on a robotic level that at times Damon didn't think she was human.

"How bout I treat you to breakfast," Damon offered while Bonnie hovered near the door. Her glacial expression didn't alter. "I know this nice little place where you can get a milk carton and frozen French toast sticks for a reduced price," he wiggled his eyebrows, and began to flex his muscles as if he were stretching. "All that working out has made me famished."

Klaus snorted, grabbed his water bottle and enjoyed watching Damon make a fool of himself over the hard-ass administrator.

He had been working as the lone Philosophy teacher at Robert E. Lee for the past year and a half. The students left much to be desired since he was used to teaching more academically gifted children in London, but transferred to the States to keep his sister Rebekah company who happened to be the school counselor.

Klaus had to admit that when he first interviewed for the teaching position, that Bonnie immediately caught his eye. She dressed professionally but sensually, smiled with her whole soul, but could turn into an icy bitch if you crossed her or failed to reach her expectations. He admired women like Bonnie who had a backbone and used it even if it earned her a reputation she didn't deserve.

And because Mystic Falls was such a small community, where everyone was privy to everyone's private business, he knew she hadn't been serious with anyone in a while, and that she was in dire need of an orgasm.

Did Klaus think he was the man to provide her with one? Sure, why not. He was versed in the area of seduction and had had no complaints from past conquests, but Bonnie wasn't the type to engage in a casual affair. If you wanted a piece of her, any piece of her, you'd have to be willing to commit, he knew that.

Men like Damon didn't look at women like Bonnie in those terms. To Damon she was a hurdle to jump, a bridge to cross, a solar system to invade, and nothing more.

Klaus wanted to remind her that her hands could be put to better use than writing detention slips.

Bonnie's smile was sardonic at best. As handsome as Damon was he usually spoiled the fantasy by talking.

"No, thanks I wouldn't want to start a fight amongst your fan club." She stared at her watch. "You now have five minutes, gentlemen."

Bonnie walked out and headed back to her office; her rounds could wait until later. Once alone in her office she closed the door.

She was proud of herself for keeping her eyes above their necks. Bonnie sat down blindly in her chair, spun it around until she faced the wall and unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt, fanned herself.

Was it to her advantage or a curse that she worked along such fine-ass men? Bonnie began to tick them off in her head beginning with her boss Principal Stefan Salvatore. He was only two years older than her, with bluish-gray eyes, wonderfully styled caramel hair, a nice smile and could wear the heck out of a Brooks Brothers suit.

Then there was his older brother Damon who was the personification of tall, dark, and handsome. There wasn't a single girl at REL that didn't have a raging crush on him, and there wasn't a single female teacher or faculty member who hadn't tried to seduce him. Bonnie knew he was the man whore of Mystic Falls because anytime she saw him out and about he was never with the same woman. Okay, so that didn't mean he slept with every single woman he dated, yet Bonnie was sure there was some swap of bodily fluids at some point during an evening spent in Damon's company.

And of course there was Niklaus Mikaelson with his sexy British accent, blood red lips, sandy blond hair that reminded her of the fur of a cocker spaniel and those deep almost navy blue eyes. She had to contain herself every time he said her name. Bonnie was more than certain he could get her to climax just by reciting the Almanac.

When they first met and shook hands, call her silly, but she felt an electric zap between them. She wasn't sure if Klaus had felt the same thing, and naturally she wasn't going to ask, but it had been exhilarating and reminded her she had a pulse after all.

There were countless others who were drool worthy but those three were her unholy trinity. And thank God they were all single—for the most part. So she didn't feel too bad about imagining them strutting around in their birthday suits from time to time.

However, Bonnie had to rudely remind herself she had made a pact once she landed her job as an administrator that she would never mix business with pleasure, and she'd never get involved with anyof her co-workers. Because she was in the field of education and was responsible for shaping the lives of teenagers, her behavior towards her colleagues would have to be above reproach because she was being watched strenuously.

That being said, Bonnie would only allow herself a slip in fantasy world for a brief moment or two before remembering she had a job and a duty to fulfill and, sorry, but her needs would have to be placed on the back burner.

Once her skin simmered down, Bonnie re-buttoned her blouse and logged onto her email. Several were from parents requesting a follow-up session with the counselor who hadn't returned their original requests.

Bonnie shook her head. Rebekah Mikaelson was Klaus' sister and though she was a licensed practitioner she spent more time updating her Twitter account than helping students overcome test performance anxiety and angst.

In any case, Bonnie was sure there was a law out there somewhere that prohibited siblings and family members from working for the same company in the same department.

Nepotism never went out style around these parts. Bonnie responded to the emails and systematically cleaned out her inbox.

Before she knew it, it was eight-thirty and school was well under way.

The main office was a mad house of complaining students and flustered staff. Bonnie strolled through the chaos with her clipboard and her iPhone determined to make it back to her office to gather her notes for her meeting with Principal Salvatore. She always felt a little bemused calling Stefan, Principal because they went to school together and had hung out a few times when Stefan very briefly dated Caroline.

Mystic Falls wasn't the place of six degrees of separation. More like two or three, everyone was just interconnected and interwoven it was a miracle they weren't all inbred.

"Oh, Miss Bennett?" Kalley the administrative assistant called her.

Bonnie's smile dropped but she turned around and forced her smile back into place. "Yes, Kalley?"

"There's a gentleman here who said he has an interview with Principal Salvatore, but Principal Salvatore was just called down to City Hall for a meeting with the superintendent. Should I reschedule him?"

Bonnie didn't answer because that seemed like a no-brainer to her, but Kalley was fresh out of community college and had very little work experience, so she decided to go easy on her.

"No, if he's here about a position I should probably screen him before we reschedule."

"He's waiting in the hall."

"Thanks, Kalley."

Bonnie walked back out of the office and almost tripped on her feet as her eyes landed on the man sitting down in an uncomfortable plastic chair. He was dressed appropriately for his interview in a black suit, crisp white shirt, black tie, and polished black dress shoes. His dirty blond hair had been cut recently—her studied eye for male anatomy told her that, and he was freshly shaved, smelled of sandalwood and musk.

Bonnie forced her feet to move forward until she stood before the man. He stared up at her with probing aquamarine eyes. They said nothing until Bonnie reached out a hand.

The man rose from his seat, towering above Bonnie and took her hand in his large warm palm. She could feel his calluses rubbing against her skin creating a weird almost sandpaper sensation, but she didn't mind it too much.

"Hi, I'm Bonnie Bennett, Lead Administrator. Our assistant said you had an interview with Principal Salvatore?"

"Yeah, I'm here about the Auto Mechanics position I saw posted on your website."

His accent was a mix of Southern California and Mid-Western. "Yes, we're in need of an instructor for our senior class. Mr. Humphries retired last month."

"Then I guess I'm your man," he smiled cockily.

Cocky much, Bonnie thought and realized they were still holding each other's hand. She dropped his, extended her fingers because they were tingling. In the good way.

"I'm sorry, but Principal Salvatore had to step out for an off campus meeting. But I can pre-interview you," Bonnie added hastily.

"Good, I have a copy of my resume and references."

Bonnie nodded her head approvingly. "We should take this back to my office," she began to walk but stopped. "Oh, your name?"

He smiled and that smile was dangerous. "Dean. Dean Winchester."

A/N: This was merely an introduction. If you like this and want to see how this could all become one big ball of hotness or a hot mess let me know otherwise I'm leaving it the way it is. But thanks in advance for reading and leaving me your thoughts. Love you guys!