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Chapter 1
"So, can you get it for me?" asked a woman. She was sipping from a glass of red liquid, licking her lips after finishing it in one gulp. Then she turned towards the other person for his response.
"Of course, if you agree to the deal," replied a young man. "No tricks, or backing out."
"Aww, my sweet Damon, always doubting my trust," said the woman, ruffling his hair like a dog.
"For a good reason, Katherine," said Damon. "Deal?"
Katherine said mysteriously, before disappearing, "You've got me."
BPOV
"No, no!" screamed Bonnie before waking up from her nigthtmare. She breathed heavily and ran a hand through her red curls, pushing it back from her sweaty face. If anyone every knew what happened...
A crow cawed loudly outside for the past few minutes, distracting her from her sleep. Bonnie got up, opened the window and used her hand to shoo away the bird. Instead of flying away, it flew into her room.
"Okay, birdie, get-" Bonnie stopped as she was shocked that the bird was replaced by a man dressed in black. What she was more shocked, was who it was.
"Damon? What are you doing here?" she said.
"Just seeing what redheads do these days," said Damon with a smile.
Suddenly Bonnie felt uncomfortable in her white tank top and black shorts in front of the most disgusting womanizer she knew. A good looking vampire too.
"At night? They sleep," said Bonnie, as a matter-of-factly.
"Then why are you awake?" asked Damon.
"I was going to until some bird distracted me. Have you seen it?" said Bonnie, playing around. "Its black, very annoying, and lurks outside girl's bedrooms at night."
"Oops, that would be me," said Damon. "Since you can't seem to fall asleep, why don't we do something?"
"Sorry, lost my Twister mat," said Bonnie.
He chuckled. "Then lets do it without the mat."
With that, he grabbed her waist and pushed her toward him. He kissed her ferociously on the lips, guiding her to her bed. She kissed back at first, then pushed him away.
"No, Damon," said Bonnie. "Get off."
"What wrong?" said Damon.
"I don't want to be your next victim," said Bonnie. "I don't want to be someone who you can just kiss, feed off from, then tossed."
Damon looked a bit annoyed. "Why do you think you're my victim?"
"Then why are you here?" said Bonnie sharply. When he said nothing, she said, "And how do you think Elena would feel if you fed from her best friend."
"Don't care what Elena thinks," said Damon. "As far as I know, I don't care about her thoughts of what I am doing to you. Which, by the way, is not what you just described."
"And..." said Bonnie, encouraging him to explain.
"I want to get to know you better, open yourself," said Damon.
Bonnie stared at him, not believing his word. "What's the reason? You don't really do anything without a reason unless it's for your own benefit."
"That is my own benefit," said Damon, kissing her again.
Bonnie kissed back, rocking themselves back and forth, away from the bed. She stumbled back grabbing his back, and Damon moved with her. Just a bit more...
"Auughh," gasped Damon, hands groping back. "What the hell!"
Bonnie had grabbed a wooden ruler from her desk and drove it through his back. She knew his game, and she used the ruler as self-defence.
"Hurts right?" said Bonnie, feeling for once, stronger than Damon.
Damon looked up at her, his fangs bared and eyes firing with anger.