Another story when I have so many to work on is crazy right? Well, this idea popped into my head, and I really hope you all enjoy =) Also, it will be completely AU.
She was trapped.
Bonnie Sheila Bennett was trapped with no way to escape. She tried looking everywhere but his captivating cerulean eyes; eyes that held hot pure desire and could burn through someone's flesh. When she reached her peak, she knew that her need for escaping was nonexistent. She felt as if she were on an endless spiral and he hadn't even entered so much as a finger inside of her.
The minute his hands lifted her up and sat her on his desk, she almost forgot that they were in his empty classroom. He hiked up her dress and his touch was like a gentle caress of hot velvet silk as they began to roam leisurely over her body. It was like she was on an invigorating high of euphoria that she never wanted to come down from.
He brought her hands to his lips and gave them a soft kiss before positioning them on his shoulders. His legs split hers apart and as his hips performed a slow grind into her waist, she couldn't help but gasp at how big he felt and he hadn't even taken his pants off yet.
His lips then began to trail along her exposed neck and she heard a soft growl escape his lips. He never once took his eyes away from hers as he removed the scrap of lace that posed for underwear, down her legs.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that she was already wet for him and had been since before he sat her on the desk. His eyes stayed on hers with fierce possession, as he used his fingers to glide along her sheath. He used two fingers to enter gently inside of her; inching in ever so slowly yet enough to make her buckle and squirm. And when his pace began to quicken, she almost lost it. He went to town on her pussy, probing and circling her clit like it was his favorite past time. She shattered into a million pieces not too long afterwards; letting out a sound between a moan and something probably a little pant, as she held onto him for dear life.
He brought the fingers that had been inside of her, into his mouth. By the expression on his face, she could tell that he was savoring her taste. And she didn't know why, but that made her skin flush with an immense amount of heat.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Bonnie?" His voice came out in an almost predatorial growl.
For a moment she wondered if she could still pronounce words, but eventually yes did escape her lips, and he was on his knees placing soft kisses along her thighs before she could process anything else. His lips were cool and commanding against her skin and every time she attempted to open her mouth to catch her breath a moan would escape. She felt him pinch her inner thigh with his teeth, just close enough to her core. She jumped at the sharpness of his teeth at first, feeling a little off guard, but then she became filled with this enormous amount of ecstasy that she never thought twice about it.
"Damon…" His name came out on an incoherent moan as she came again. This time, she was shocked because he hadn't even placed his lips on the place she wanted them to be. But whatever he was doing while sucking onto her thigh, felt like a natural high. "Please don't stop…." She was never one to beg, but damn if the sweet torture from his lips weren't fulfilling her, she didn't know what could.
His tongue handled her clit before she had time to process another thought and she cried out so loud, she didn't care if there were people working late who could hear her.
She felt weightless as he lifted her up on his shoulders rather quickly and sat her on his face. She had never experienced anything like this as he held her up in the air. He tongue fucked her like he hadn't had a good meal in years, and she came apart in the pleasure she was feeling.
She was so close to reaching her climax…..so very close ….
Bonnie's eyes opened almost violently as she jerked up in her seat, breathless, and gaining a few looks from her classmates. Her face flushed immediately as she looked back down at her notebook full of study materials for her class. She honestly didn't remember falling asleep. The last thing she was aware of was turning in her test paper and writing notes for the next chapter. And the next thing she knew she was getting her pussy ate out on the desk in the front of this particular classroom, and then she was waking up to realize it was all just some unexpected dream.
When her eyes glanced to the front of the room, Professor Damon Salvatore was looking right at her. She quickly looked away praying that he wouldn't call her out.
Lucky for her, he didn't.
"Bons, you okay?" Matt Donovan, her best friend since grade school, whispered beside her.
She nodded, not being able to find her voice just yet. Looking to her other side, she gave a soft smile to her good friend and study partner through her entire college career; Hayley Marshall. She raised her eyebrow in confusion.
Hayley wasn't the only one confused. Bonnie Bennett never fell asleep in class. And to have a dream about the new interim professor, who just started today, was extremely unlike her; especially when she was engaged to be married in another year.
Her eyes found the clock hanging on the wall in the front of the classroom, and she mentally cursed at the last hour they had left. Usually while students were still taking their test, she took the time to get ahead and work on notes for the next chapter. But, unfortunately, her mind kept going to one thing in particular.
As she tried to shrug off her unneeded horniness, she pulled out her day planner to make sure she had everything scheduled for the week and if she needed to add anything new. As she was flipping the pages to get to the correct date, she came across a quote from one of her favorite television shows that she jotted down awhile ago.
Change. We don't like it, we fear it, but we can't stop it from coming. We either adapt to change or we get left behind. And it hurts to grow, anybody who tells you it doesn't is lying. But here's the truth… the more things change, the more they stay the same. And sometimes, ok sometimes change is good. Sometimes, change is everything.—Meredith, Grey's Anatomy.
Bonnie Bennett was definitely not a stranger to change. Within her whole 22 years of living, she had seen nothing but change. From her mother's abandonment when she was a child, to her father's absent attitude, and then the sudden death of her grandmother the summer before her junior year of high school. Each time she had to learn to adapt and precious moments that were a regular necessity, were now turned into fading memories. But, no matter what the change was, whether it was family tragedies or changes dealing with school, work, friendships, and just life altering moments, it shaped Bonnie into the woman she was today.
Though, through all of the changes, good and bad, Bonnie's dream of becoming a forensic pathologist never faltered. She molded her whole life around wanting to be the one responsible for determining the cause of someone's death. She had spent a majority of her middle and high school career, and college life watching forensic and criminal television shows and movies; finding keen interest and amusement in what she viewed. She was more than ready to dive in and dissect it all and it was safe to say that she didn't have a squeamish stomach.
Bonnie prided herself on her many accomplishments. Doing exceptionally well in school was like a drug she never wanted to get rid of. People would call her crazy for hearing her stress reliever and coping mechanism were tight deadlines and twenty page papers. She worked excruciatingly hard in high school and was working even harder in her college career. With all of the late nights and early mornings where sometimes sleep wasn't even the main priority on the agenda, she was never late on an assignment, did extremely well on presentations and research papers, and never made anything less than an A in her classes. She graduated valedictorian of her class and she was on the dean's list every semester in college and planned to graduate Summa Cum Laude of her class. Bonnie wanted to make her grandmother proud; even if she wasn't with her anymore.
She just had to get through this last semester of her senior year and then she would be attending medical school on a full ride scholarship to Johns Hopkins University. All of those long nights and hard work paid off. So, between this and her internship at the morgue she got a week ago, she was ready to take on all life had for her. And then she would be Dr. Bonnie Sheila Bennett.
When class was finally over her heart dropped in her stomach when Professor Salvatore asked to see her after class. Her palms began to get sweaty as she thought of the trouble she was about to get into for falling asleep. Of course her first time doing something wrong would be the last semester of her college career, in a class that was mandatory to graduate and hard as hell to complete.
If only Professor McLendon didn't get caught with his pants down with one of his students in his night class, and his wife popping in and causing a scene. A Regular drama filled soap opera. And honestly, Bonnie didn't care about who put their dick where, that was their business, but she was more ticked off that the one teacher who had easy teaching methods in the most important class of her life, was caught with his pants down.
And now they were stuck with the professor who had the face of an Adonis, but seemed like a complete cocky hard-ass. She could still remember verbatim the first words he spoke this morning as he entered their class.
"I'm Professor Salvatore; you can all call me Damon. I'll be the new interim professor for McLendon; which I'm sure we all know why. Look, I don't care to be liked. I'm here to do a job. And I don't care that it's your last semester and you probably all thought you could slack off. I don't mind giving F's. Remember that."
"You want us to wait?" Matt asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.
"Please." Bonnie knew Matt was knowledgeable about how she never liked getting in trouble when school was involved.
She stood in front of Professor Salvatore as he leaned back on his desk and crossed his arms. And she tried her best not to look like she just had a sex dream about him.
"Bonnie, I don't know how Professor Mclendon did it, and I know I'm new here, but falling asleep in my class isn't the way I do things. I don't care if you were done with your test early."
She ignored the fact that his eyes roamed over her a bit, and apologized. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"A 2000 word essay on why you shouldn't fall asleep in my class, and then I'll believe it won't."
The smirk that crossed his lips pissed her off a little. As if he enjoyed what he had to do. When she walked back to the entrance of the classroom where Matt and Hayley waited for her, Matt put his arm around her.
But it was Hayley who spoke up. "Hey guys, I think I'm going to stay back to see about extra credit. I think I totally bombed that test."
"Well, be careful, he may make you write a 10,000 word essay on how to take a test." It was safe to say that Bonnie was annoyed.
"And don't get caught with your pants down." Matt joked.
Hayley laughed. "I'll meet you both for lunch in an hour."
After they left, Hayley walked up to Damon and punched him in the face. "Damon, what the hell are you doing here?!"
"Did you two want to go ahead and order an appetizer while we wait for your other person to show up?"
Bonnie Bennett smiled to the waitress as she handed she and Matt their drinks. As much as her stomach was issuing her to order everything on the menu, they were still waiting on Ben to show up. Hayley ended up having to issue a rain check, so now they were just waiting for her fiancé.
Matt decided to order the spinach dip and the waitress gave him a wink before she left.
"Now I know why you like coming here." Bonnie smiled, taking a sip of her drink.
"I would have liked it even more today, if I knew he wasn't coming."
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Matt, when are you going to get passed the fact that he's in my life to stay."
He shrugged. "When you realize he's bad news, Bons. He doesn't deserve you."
"Yeah, well who does? Because I don't see a list of men knocking on my door." She took a rather large swallow of her drink this time. Partly because she didn't want to get into the conversation she was about to get into with Matt; knowing it was going to lead into an argument, and because of the fact that a certain professor kept popping into her head. "I love Ben. He's a really big part of my life. And I really want you two to get along because you're a big part of my life too."
"I just think you're settling because Ben is all you know."
"I'm not settling." She snapped.
The waitress came back just in time, placing down the spinach dip.
"Look, Bonnie," Matt began inhaling a few chips. "You know I love you and I don't want to upset you. But I can't change how I feel about him. He just rubs me the wrong way. But, if he makes you happy and you're in love with him, then I'll still walk you down that aisle… even though I'll be asking you to change your mind the whole way up there."
She gave him a small smile. If that was all she was going to get from him, she knew she would have to take it. Even though their relationship was purely platonic; she knew that he loved her more than anything, and she felt the same way. They were each other's families, and had always been there for one another.
Bonnie's cell phone ringing brought them out of their conversation.
It was Ben.
"Hey babe, where are you?" Bonnie didn't even look at Matt to know his eyes were on his.
"I'm sorry Bons, but I won't be able to make it. I got tied up at work."
Bonnie tried to suppress her dissatisfaction. This wasn't the first time he'd bailed on her. It was actually starting to become a pattern that she didn't want to get use too. Yes, she loved Ben with every fiber of her being. They began dating in her senior year of high school, which was his freshman year in college, and just last year he popped the question and she didn't even have to think before saying yes. He was her first love and she lost her virginity to him. They had been through so much together that she honestly couldn't imagine her life with him.
"It's fine." Even though her voice betrayed that it wasn't.
"Baby, I'm really sorry."
"It's okay." A tear threatened to fall from her eye. "Matt's here to keep me company."
The other end grew silent, and she automatically knew what was coming next.
"Ben?"
"Of course he is. He seems to always be there when I'm not."
Bonnie couldn't even suppress the eye roll that snuck up on her face. "I really don't even feel like getting into this with you right now. Let's just talk later."
Their usual terms of endearment were nonexistent before they hung up the phone.
"Bailing again?" Of course Matt had something to say. "A way to any woman's heart."
Bonnie shot him a glare. She needed another drink….and some food.
Neither of them noticed the change in the weather as the sun became hidden by the clouds and the wind picked up rather quickly.
After leaving lunch, attending kickboxing class, and finishing her essay from the professor from hell, that she decided to have sex dreams about, Bonnie was now at home getting ready for her second week at her internship at the morgue.
After getting out of the shower, she checked immediately checked her inner thigh after a feeling of discomfort made itself known. There were two little small red pricks in the area that felt irritated. Immediately her thoughts drifted over to the Professor. At the way she was feeling right now, she would love to get in bed and get under the covers in hope that the dream would magically return.
Her lotion falling off of her bathroom counter pulled her out of her thoughts. Her black cat, Kat, decided that her lotion was in her way when she jumped on the counter to stare at herself in the mirror. Sometimes she swore that her cat was completely vain.
A few minutes later after Bonnie dressed, and Caroline Forbes, her best friend since junior year of high school walked into her bedroom. "Are you sure you don't want me to take you?"
"No, it's okay. Ben said he was going to pick me up after everything that happened earlier."
Caroline's tried not to show her facial expression of disinterest to Bonnie when she brought up Ben. She honestly couldn't stand her best friend's fiancé. "Why did you ever have to choose to work in a morgue again? It's late, there are dead people. It's not safe."
"Hence the word dead." Bonnie picked up Kat and walked into the living room. "When their dead they don't come back. I'm as safe there than anywhere else."
Bonnie's phone vibrating interrupted their conversation as she accepted the call.
"Before you say anything I just wanted to say I love you."
Well, she knew where this was going. "You got tied up again?"
"Bons, I'm so sorry, my father called me into a board meeting a little while ago."
Bonnie wanted to be angry about the fact that Ben could have let her know sooner, because she really thought he was on his way. But, she couldn't help but be proud of him. He finally gave up the excessive partying and accepted a position at his father's company. And he had been nothing but her biggest supporter through all of her hard times trying to get to this point in her life. So, she couldn't be upset.
"No worries, Caroline will take me." She gave Caroline an apologetic look, who provided her a soft smile.
"I'll pick you up in the morning when you get off. I love you."
"I love you too."
Bonnie ended the call and looked at Caroline, "I'm really sorry, Care."
"Never apologize to me. You know I don't mind." Caroline brought her into a hug as they walked out of their apartment. "Plus, I expect to hear details about this new McHottie professor of yours and that dream you had of him while we're on the way there?"
Leave it to Caroline to use her brightness and cheerfulness to make her feel better, even though Bonnie wanted to push that sex dream to back of her mind.
It was a slow night at the morgue.
However, it gave Bonnie time to study for another test they had at the end of the week. Between the class that took up most of her morning four days a week, the internship that took up her nights three days a week, and the part-time bartender gig she landed at the local bar with Matt and Caroline, finding time to do anything was scarce to none. And sleep, well, the phrase you can sleep when you're dead was well known slogan in her book.
As she began marking up her text book with different color highlights she heard a male voice.
"Incoming!"
"Hey Bonnie B, just you tonight?" She was glad Luka was on call tonight. He was her favorite EMT.
"Yes, well Dr. Canton stepped out and won't be back for another 30 minutes. What do you got for me?" she moved her study materials out of the way.
"Caucasian male, looks to be in his late twenties, deep puncture wounds, and a broken neck." He reported, and Bonnie looked at the paperwork.
When the body was revealed to her, her heart instantly jumped in her chest.
It was Professor Salvatore.
Luka noticed her reaction. "Do you know him?"
"Yeah, he…" She cleared her throat. "He was the new professor to my class." Bonnie was accustomed to seeing dead bodies. She'd seen her fair share on television shows, movies, and documentaries. Granted this was the fourth one she was seeing in person, but it really didn't make it that much easier; especially because this was someone she knew. A thick skin was clearly developed in her life especially if she wanted to go into this line of work.
Luka gave her a moment to get it together. "Should you be the one to do this then?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"I have about thirty minutes before I have to get back out to the hospital, do you want me to stay?"
She gave him a warm smile. "It's tempting, but I'm going to be doing this for the rest of my life. I have to learn to handle dead bodies" She paused for a moment and looked back down at Damon. "Even if I know them." It would make her that much stronger.
Luka left a few minutes later and when she set up her medical instruments to begin her work, she turned back to his dead body and noticed that a lot of the deep gashes that marred what was exposed of his chest were no longer there.
It wasn't a surprise that Bonnie hadn't been getting much sleep even if the semester had just started, but that never made her hallucinate in the past. But when a few more disappeared right before her eyes, she immediately jumped back, pleased that the wall behind her supported her from falling.
The forensic pathologist in her was engrossed that something like this was happening, but the person in her was scared shitless that she didn't even hear the commotion approaching. And when she saw Damon's neck crack back into place, her reaction was subdued as a hand made its way forcefully over her lips.
Bonnie's scream was muffled as she was picked up from behind. After taking kickboxing and self defense classes for several years, she knew a thing or two about how to handle herself in a situation. This would just be the first time she would have to use it. She kicked the guy in front of her, while head-butting the one holding her. It didn't seem to affect him much as he threw her into her medical equipment, causing her to fall to the floor.
The adrenaline coursing through her veins couldn't mask the pain that overtook her body. She tried to get to her feet but she was kicked in the stomach, this time flying into the glass cabinet that held more medical supplies. She didn't know what impaled her abdomen, and her vision kept going in and out, but Bonnie could have sworn something was wrong with their faces. As if they were distorted in some way.
"Get her and let's go!" one of them yelled. There were at least three of them she could make out.
Bonnie could feel herself growing a bit weaker. It pained her because she really hoped this wasn't how her life was going to end. She had too much to do….too much she hadn't done yet.
Before one of them could pick her up, she saw him being thrown back. She knew there was fighting going on and still she didn't know if she would make it out alive.
When her eyes opened, she didn't know how long she was out but Damon Salvatore was kneeling down in front of her. She had to be dreaming again, because he was dead.
She barely heard her name escape his lips before she submitted to darkness.
Caroline Forbes chose tonight to curl up on the couch and watch old reruns of Orange is the New Black. She had every intention of going out, but due to the random wind and rain storm, she decided to stay in the house and stuff her face with Chinese take-out, ice cream, and wine. When a knock on the door, more like rapid banging, interrupted her, she immediately jumped up, while Kat ran from the other room to see who it was.
Caroline all but pulled the door off its hinges when she saw who it was.
"Bonnie!" Every part of her body felt like it was shutting down seeing Bonnie unconscious. "What happened to her?"
"Nice to see you too, Caroline." He pushed passed her and Lied her down on the couch. "I gave her some blood, so she should wake up tomor-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Caroline used her vampire strength and speed to slam him into the wall. The veins around her eyes appeared. "What did you do! What the hell are you doing here?"
Damon turned her around with little to no effort and slammed her against the wall; holding onto her neck. "You know, you and the werewolf she-devil need a crash course in not putting your hands on me. I know we haven't seen each other in ages, vampire Barbie, but I really don't have a problem killing you."
She scoffed and moved out of his grasp, not showing fear at his empty threats, and went back over to her best friend. She knelt down and moved some of the fallen hair out of her face. "Damon if she doesn't wake up, all of this would have been for nothing." She glared at him.
"She's not dead. But do you know how many rogues are in this town? She was attacked tonight by some of them and you were supposed to be keeping a watch on her."
"I have been! For the past five years we have been doing just fine protecting her and then you show up and all this shit happens." She then picked Bonnie up. "Clean yourself up and after I take care of her, we're going to have a little talk." And then she walked into Bonnie's room, closing the door behind her.
Damon could definitely say out of everyone, he missed Caroline the least. Between her and Hayley, they knew just how to get on his nerves. Even after not seeing them for almost twenty years, they still bothered him as if he had just laid eyes on them yesterday.
He really didn't think his night would end up like it did. He didn't expect to wake up barely dressed in a morgue, probably about to get sliced and diced. He also didn't expect to wake up to find at least three rogues trying to capture Bonnie Bennett. He was able to see her attempt to fight back as she was thrown into one of the glass cabinets, causing her to fall in and out of consciousness. And that fueled his rage to kill all three of them without blinking.
He was glad that he was able to get a heartbeat from her because if she were to die, he would never forgive himself.
As Damon poured himself a glass of cheap vodka, he mentally cursed Caroline for not having anything brown, but he mixed blood with it to give it that extra kick.
Seeing Bonnie again did something to him that he didn't want to admit right now.
He was grateful that Bonnie and Caroline's little feline interrupted his thoughts before his mind began to wonder back to that dream he bestowed upon her in the classroom. It circled around his leg to the point that it was aggravating. He tried moving it away from him; making a mental note not to kill it
"Hey Blondie! I think your little pet rodent is in heat!"
Caroline smirked, as she walked out of Bonnie's room. "If you just pick her up and hold her, she'll stop."
Damon shrugged and picked up the little black nuisance and instantly it began to scratch the mess out of him. He dropped her down so quickly, he was surprised she landed on all fours.
Caroline laughed and began pouring her a glass of wine. "Nice one, Katherine."
Before their eyes, Kat turned into the spitting image of his brother's girlfriend.
Damon smirked and his eyes did travel over her body, before Caroline threw her a robe.
"I thought you dropped off of the face of the earth Kitty Kat." So now, he not only had Caroline and Hayley to deal with, he also had Katherine. Great way to start his first day in the city of Whitmore. "But I guess you prefer being on all fours."
She shot him a glare. "You didn't mind it three hundred years ago."
"Let's cut the chit chat." Caroline interrupted, leaning against the counter in her kitchen, not wanting to hear about the sex escapades between the two. "Why are you here, Damon?"
"I made a promise to Sheila too."
"A lot of us made a promise to Sheila. The ones she wanted close stayed close and the ones who were supposed to be protecting her far away like you, were supposed to stay…. oh I don't know… far away."
"Thanks for that piece of information I knew nothing about, Blondie." Sarcasm dripped from Damon's voice. "I made two promises to Sheila. That I would protect her and that I wouldn't come back into her life until she turned twenty-two. Granted I'm a little late, but I'm here."
Caroline sighed. "Damon she doesn't know about you. She doesn't know you exist." She couldn't stand Damon. In her 200 years of living, she would be honest and say that they never really got along. Their personalities clashed way too much and if they didn't share a mutual connection with his brother, one of them would have probably already been dead a long time ago.
"And she's engaged." Katherine smirked as she devoured a blood bag; taking pride in the way his face dropped and his demeanor changed.
And before Damon could say anything someone knocked at the front door.
Usually Caroline looked through the peep hole before she opened the door, but with everything going on tonight, she didn't think twice about it. And she really wish she had.
Because Ben, Bonnie's fiancé, was standing on the other side of the door.
A/N: What do you all think? I was a little nervous to start this story, but I hope you all enjoyed and want to see where it's headed. Thank you for reading and please review. I would really love your feedback =)