A/N: I watch the Vampire diaries and I also read the books. (Not anymore because it is now a ghost writer.) I sometimes feel like it's 2 completely different stories. I love it, but it makes it hard to write fan fiction because in my mind, I like to mix up the 2 worlds. I tend to find the TV version easier to write, but something that version is lacking was the chemistry and possibilities between Damon and Bonnie. I liked the idea the books showed us.
So, this is going to be a few one shots, short scenes between Damon and Bonnie. I plan a lot of sparks, chemistry, attraction, friendship; maybe ultimately I'll even fall for it and make them a couple. We shall see where my pen takes me.
Also, if you do happen to not be a Damon/Bonnie fan, give this a shot anyways. Remember that Damon did promise Emily to keep an eye on her descendants, wouldn't that include Bonnie?
The Witch and the Vampire Chronicles.
Part 1
The Bennett Triad.
1994 – Mystic Falls
Damon Salvatore wandered in the sleeping town. It was a little after 320 AM, the streets were empty. He had always liked the quiet and the fog of this time of night. Although he couldn't truly call Mystic Falls home, hadn't for a century, he still liked it here. Many supernatural beings were passing through, or settled in. Not that he cared, but he could feel the power in the air. The Founder's council was so blind.
Every decade or so, he made sure to stop by and see what was going on. Out of a sense of pride or possessiveness towards what used to be his town, he wasn't sure. He just stopped by every now and then.
He liked to go to the Salvatore Mansion, and mess with the current's residents life. Most of the time anyway. He was perfectly aware that "Uncle" Damon was never welcomed in the house, but it was technically still his house, so he always did as he pleased. After all, the current remaining Salvatores descended from an illegitimate half-brother of his. The only "real" pure Salvatores left were Stefan and him.
He stopped at the boarding house for a drink, he had to make sure nobody touched his special bottles. While he was there, he checked on the "family", Zach was now a teenager, still an only child, he would have to introduce himself to him soon. Everything seemed normal, boringly so.
His brother had not been by lately, that was good. Damon liked to keep track of his brother, if only to better torment him later. He had absolutely no intention to make peace with him. He walked through the back alleys, making sure no vampires had been in town recently. It seemed like either the Founder's Council was doing a good job keeping them out or no Vampires was interested in this place anymore. Except for him, of course, but that was his prerogative.
There was something different about tonight, and it wasn't just the quiet and emptiness of the streets. There was something peculiar about the moon, it wasn't full, yet it was shining brighter than ever. His skin was prickling. He was feeling a vibe, in the air, as if something important was happening. Curious, he decided to let his senses guide him. He ended up in front of The Mystic Falls Hospital. He cloaked himself with darkness, wanting to go unnoticed as much as possible.
He walked in, and ended up on the Maternal and Newborn Unit, which was very unusual in itself. That's not an area he would ever be interested in. He knew of other Vampires who swore only by newborn's blood, but he wasn't one of them. He liked his prey pretty and old enough to be terrified, before he compelled them to forget about him.
The vibration in the air seemed to come from one particular room. By now, he knew what he was feeling, magic. There was a lot of magic in the air, as if an important spell was going down. There must be witches in here, and a lot of them from the feel of it. He stopped in front of the room and peeked inside. There was a black woman in a bed, happily crying, holding her tiny newborn daughter in her arms. Next to the bed, humming, was an older woman. Damon barely paid attention to the women; his eyes were only for the infant. As soon as he laid his eyes on her, he felt a connection, as if he knew her. As if he was supposed to be here, right now. That could only mean one thing; these women had to be Bennett Witches.
It was not a coincidence that he had been drawn here tonight. A new generation of Bennett witch was born. A very long time ago, when Emily Bennett was burned at the stake, he had promised to make sure her line would survive. He had made true on his word, made sure her descendants were safe. He hadn't looked up on them in years, decades really, as he knew the Bennett line was still living strong in Mystic falls. He had fulfilled his promise; their survival was not in his hands anymore. Still, he definitely had been drawn to this miniature witch tonight, there had to be a reason.
Shrugging off his cloaking, he entered the room, making himself known to the witches. They were aware of his presence, and nature, as soon as he crossed the threshold.
The older woman was Sheila Bennett, he recognized her when she fixed her cold, wise eyes on him. The power was stronger in the room. Three generation of Bennett witches, Grandmother, mother and daughter; the baby was obviously magical and would be a very strong witch as she grew up. Sheila raised her hand when she decided he was close enough to the bed.
"Not one more step Vampire, we wouldn't want to scare my granddaughter, now would we?"
Damon smirked, tearing his eyes away from the baby and facing the elderly witch.
"Sheila Bennett, well, I have to say, you grow lovelier every time I see you. Do you even know who I am?"
"Of course I know who you are, Damon Salvatore, my family has been warned about you."
"Correction Sheila, you family is alive because of me. Honestly, I feel hurt by your lack of gratitude, it's such a witchy attitude."
He winked at the woman in the bed, what was her name again? She was never powerful so Damon never really wasted time thinking about her or checking up on her. This baby though, was a whole different story.
"Alright Sheila, I admit it, I didn't know you were here, I wasn't checking on you, I just felt all the magic in the air and couldn't help myself, I wanted to see what was happening. Now, I know."
"And what do you intend to do with this information? We don't want you here, Mystic falls isn't your home anymore."
He snorted. "I decide if I belong in Mystic Falls, no one else. But no, I didn't plan on staying. I was just passing by, making my rounds to check up on the Mansion, you know, making sure my assets are intact. I had no idea I would be here in time to witness the birth of a 3rd Bennett generation of Witches, if I had known, I would have brought a gift. You know, isn't that customary for fairy tales? I am no longer bound to protect the Bennett line, but I'm willing to keep an eye on this one." He pointed at the baby, while the mother just held her closer, a panicked look on her face.
Sheila sighed. "I told you he would come Abby, you should have let me ward the room. There's no need trying to hide her now. I knew you would show up tonight Vampire, I knew it as soon as I felt Bonnie's energy. You can feel it too, can't you?"
Damon frowned. He never liked when witches claimed to know things before it happened. He never liked to worry that his actions were not his own choices by orchestrated by other "forces".
"Her energy is familiar, somehow. It reminds me of Emily's. This little babe here, Bonnie is it? Well, I think she's going to be as, if not more, powerful than Emily herself."
Sheila smiled. "And that is exactly how I knew you would be here tonight. Bonnie is indeed special, and I would appreciate if you stayed away from us. She needs to live a normal life, for as long as possible, without Vampires and witches and magic."
"It's not like I wanted to be pen pals or anything. I have other things to do with my eternity you know. Besides, I told you, I no longer have to keep an eye on you Bennetts. I do stop by the family Mansion every few years, I might want to make a detour and make sure little Bonnie here is safe, as a favor to Emily's memory."
When Sheila frowned at him, he added. "From afar, I can observe and make sure your line is still safe, from afar, none of you need to know that I was ever here."
"And you know I will hold you to that, right? You are not to disturb my granddaughter's life, not as long as I'm here to stop you."
He nodded at her. He took one last look at the sleeping baby, he could swear she was shining, and turned around and left. He cloaked himself back in darkness, not wanting to interact with anyone else tonight. He grinned when Bonnie started crying, clearly aware that he was gone.
Please leave me a quick review to let me know if I should continue with this? First shot at the VD universe...
