A Fair Trade

Darkness clung to the curvaceous contours of a woman; its cold fingers clinging onto her mocha skin as she walked silently but quickly through the cool and muted silence. Her footsteps clicked softly on the pavement; a stark contrast to the heated expression that marred her soft and delicate features. Her lips were pulled tightly into a frown; her green eyes narrowed and fiery with a silent rage that burned within her form.

Bonnie Bennett was angry; her rage threatening to burn through the heavy foliage that surrounded her petite frame. Her rage growing more prominent with each step she made towards her destination.

That son of a bitch, she thought menacingly; her thoughts urging her more towards the source of her ire, and causing a familiar sensation form at the tips of her fingers. She felt the warmth of the flames against her palms, pleading for her to release the tension and burn the forest to the ground in defiance. But, she wanted to save the energy for another; preferably the creature that caused everything to begin with.

A bitter smile suddenly graced her lips as she recalled his cool and masculine fingers as they caressed her warm flesh. That was the initial touch that forced her to meet him; that forced this feeling of hatred deep within her.

Flashback

"I have something you want, little bird." He whispered mockingly into her ear; his breath significantly warm as it caressed her exposed throat. Her breath was heavy as she glared hatefully at his proximity; her once relaxed palms clenching and unclenching tightly in anger. A dark chuckle escaped his lips, and Bonnie stifled the shiver that threatened to escape her form.

"And what would that be, leech?" She sniffed in disgust, her tone causing Damon to quirk his lips into a wide grin of amusement. He pulls away slightly, catching her eyes with his own blue orbs. "Now where's the fun in that?" He drawled, gliding his tongue sensually against his lips as he gazed playfully into Bonnie's heated glare. "It never hurts to come, and find out."

Damon felt the familiar heat of her powers burn his tongue painfully, and hissed at the subtle smirk that graced Bonnie's visage. "Don't play games with me, Salvatore. Tell me what you want, and I might consider not setting you on fire," she murmured in a terribly sweet tone, her eyes daring him to make a wrong move.

His blue eyes gazed intently into her own, his lips pursed into a frown at the obvious threat. "Witch," he muttered under his breath, and made a subtle step closer to her; eyeing her intently as he suddenly smirked. "But you enjoy these little games; admit it."

Bonnie's smile fell at his overt implication, and growled at his smug face. "Get to the fucking point; what is it that you stole?" His eyes widened in mock shock, and brought a pointed finger to himself in shock.

"Me? Steal?" His eyes glittered with dark humor, and suddenly he dropped his arm and stepped within Bonnie's breathing space; his touch ghosting against her skin. He bent his head down, and brushed his moist lips against her and breathed against the now quivering flesh. "Your father."

Bonnie froze in shock, the words unable to sink into her mind. She breathed out a ragged breath, and calmed the emotions that threatened to escape her as she shoved Damon away from her. "What the fuck have you done to him?" she growled, and felt the familiar tingle of warmth lick at her palms. Her green eyes caught his still amused orbs, and she mustered all the hate and loathing into that one look. She wanted him to see his death within her eyes; to feel the heat that would overcome him if he did not tread lightly.

"Meet me at the cemetery tonight," He stated arrogantly, and closed the space between them once more. He pressed his face close to her neck, and licked the flushed skin that stood just a few centimeters away reverently. "Make sure to give me what is mine." He murmured into her skin, and disappeared before Bonnie could set his skin ablaze.

End of Flashback

The audible rustling brought Bonnie back to reality, as she finally stepped foot on cemetery soil; her movements stopping all together as she analyzed her surroundings. Damon, where the fuck are you? She thought bitterly; impatience tugging at her emotions as she continued to glance around the darkness, in search of his annoying presence. Her green eyes burned with her irritation as all that met her gaze was the silent tombstones, and the gentle swishing of the foliage around her frame.

She dug her sneaker-clad feet deeper into the dirt below her, and decided to walk further into the cemetery. She couldn't remain waiting; she hated to wait around when her father was clear danger.

The wind, as if sensing her unease and impatience began to swirl all around her; causing her dark curls to stroke the nape of her neck. She ignored its cool touch, reigning in the shiver that wanted to crawl up her spine. She knew should not show any fear; he'd smell it on her.

Almost, as if called by her own mind; a warm puff of air touched the back of her neck. The subtle touch coaxing a shiver to travel down her back, and causing Bonnie to whirl around in nervousness. Something isn't right, a soft voice murmured; causing Bonnie's heart to pang a little faster than before.

Snap out of it, Bonnie! She yelled into her unconsciousness, and stared deeply at the empty space that previously was behind her; trying to ease her rapidly beating heart. She breathed in deeply, and eased her eyes shut; trying to comfort herself as she remained still. There's no way I'm going to be afraid, she thought bitterly. Her methods of comfort allowing for her to call out to the monster that hid within the confines of the darkness.

"Damon!" His name tumbled out of her lips smoothly; her face scrunching up into one of disgust as she heard a subtle chuckle in the night. The slight noise rubbed on Bonnie uncomfortably, and elicited a look of death from her visage.

Her glare seemed to spur Damon on; the once subtle noises growing louder and continuous as Bonnie followed the sounds with her gaze. He's playing with me.

A gasp almost escaped her lips then, cool lips grazing her shoulder threateningly as his cold hands pulled Bonnie into his chest. His nails dug deeply into her biceps; pricking the skin slightly as his lips continued to travel from her shoulder to the juncture of her neck. "Mmm, you smell good, little bird," he murmured into her neck; flicking his tongue against her now flushed skin.

Bonnie breathed deeply through her nose; shock apparent on her face as she suddenly began to struggle against him. She felt familiar warmth accumulate within her, and she spurred the fire to burn the flesh that continued to tease her skin. However, his hands and lips continued to touch her; digging his fingernails deeper into her skin as she spurred his flames to burn him. "How?" She gasped out; a wave of pain making it difficult for Bonnie to speak.

His lips pulled into a wide grin, letting the shock and fear wrap around him pleasurably as he held onto the now quivering witch. "You're not the only one with access to magic, Bonnie," he breathed mockingly; brushing his canines against her skin once more to unsettle his little witch.

Bonnie shivered beneath his ministrations, and narrowed her eyes in irritation at his cleverness. She ignored the continuous grazing of his fangs, and swallowed the fear that threatened to spill over. "Where's my father?" She spat, gathering every inch of her rage to utter the question. A chuckle met her ear at her defiant tone, and to her relief he pulled away from her neck, though his hands still held a firm grip on her biceps.

"Who?" He stated, loud laughter escaping from his lips as his grip loosened slightly on her arms. Bonnie growled angrily; his mocking laughter renewing her struggles. "I never took your father, it was just a little white lie to get you right where I wanted you," He murmured into her ear; amusement still apparent in his voice as one of his hands closed in on both my wrists. She was frozen; his words swirling within her brain as panic began to bubble within her blood. His proximity was abnormally close, and his revelation seemed to cause Bonnie to assess the danger of this situation.

She struggled against the strong limb that held her tightly against his chest; ignoring the chuckle that escaped his lips as his nose sniffed at the curve of her neck. "Your panic smells delicious," he hissed, and suddenly sank his teeth deeply into the delicate skin. Bonnie thrashed against him, feeling his teeth sink harder into her neck; a pained moan leaving her pink lips.

His free hand gripped tightly onto the hair of her scalp, and further exposed her neck to his greedy lips. Pained moans continued to spill from her lips as he sucked her blood hungrily; the taste causing a moan of pleasure to tumble from his occupied mouth. Bonnie felt her sight dimming as more and more of her nectar left her, and soon enough Damon's hold was the only thing keeping her upright.

She shut her eyes, no longer strong enough to keep them open and felt her consciousness leaving her. He drank in his last gulp once Bonnie finally fell limp within his arms; easing his tight grip on her wrists to lean down and pick her up gently.

A dark smile revealed itself on his lips, as he gazed at Bonnie's delicate and unconscious features. He leaned his head down to her ear, and murmured gently into it.

"I'm all that you want, and you're all that I've ever wanted."

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this fiction; they belong to L.J Smith; the SOLE creator of the Vampire Diaries. The plot, however, is mine.

Author's Note: Well I felt the need to dabble a little bit with this fandom and of course this pairing :) I remember when I first read the books (still haven't read the last one written by the lovely L.J Smith) and I fell in love with Bamon. It was something I looked so forward to reading; their interactions had me shaking with excitement for the next scene with them together. Then, to my delight, it became a TV series and despite the subtle changes with the character's appearances and personalities, I still loved every moment of it (even if I'm still in the first season ^^;)

Well, I still enjoy seeing those two interact and since there isn't much dark fiction with them together; I felt the need to write one of my own lol. Voice your opinion on it; review and let me know what is in character and what is not, since I haven't caught up with the Vampire Diaries TV series yet. Enjoy, and don't be afraid to let me know what you think :)