A/N:
Here's a three shots and I gotta admit this one is kind of similar to the one shot I did to "Please, don't stop the music", but today nothing else wanted to come to my head, so I guess you got to put up with this one.

The first and the third chapter will go with the lyrics of "Who's that chick" by David Guetta ft. Rihanna and the second one will be free, but set in the story directly.

It's another Bamon, but my obsession hasn't ended, so I guess there will be more to come.

And I would like to thank my beta Lily CullenSalvatore.

So hope you have fun reading it and reviews are really amazing, did you know that?

Disclaimer:

I do not own any material that you know.

Feel the adrenaline

Feel the adrenaline moving under my skin
it's an addiction such an eruption
Sound is my remedy feeding me energy
Music is all I need.

Bonnie Bennett entered the club in a fast pace. She was tired, she had just fought what seemed like a million of vampires, but she knew what she had to do. Her muscles were burning and she was sure she had some pretty bad bruises, but she didn't care.

The young witch walked into the dark room that was light by a few coloured light bulbs on the ceiling. The floor under her feed seemed to move as the loud music boomed through the room. Here she was, feeling better by the minute. She had discovered this soon after Grams had explained her about the powers and this was her special place. Each witch drew her power out of a certain thing, some were especially powerful when they were out in nature, and others lived from the nearness of water. It hadn't taken her long to figure out that her power was the biggest when there was music and when she entered a club like this one, where the music was blasting through the room and shaking up everything, this was it where she felt alive.

She felt her powers grow and the burning ache in her muscles was quickly fading as she started moving to the beat. Adrenaline raged through her body and she felt as if her blood was on fire. Each second, each step she took was healing her hurt and wrapping her up in her own world, full of power and energy.

She moved to the beat, feeling the music in each cell, feeling its healing power and she knew this here was all she needed right now.

Baby, I just wanna dance
I don't really care, I just wanna dance
I don't really care… care… care (feel it in the air… yeah)

Each thought was taken out of her brain, she didn't care about anything, every single thing around her was unimportant.

All that mattered was the powerful feeling growing inside her, the way the air seemed flicker in front of her eyes, the wonderful dizziness that cruised through her body. Bonnie didn't bother when she felt the sweat, which started to cover her skin and hair as she expended herself, only to feel the power rush into her body again.

She felt the heat creep around her and knew that power was radiating off her, visible for any supernatural being here, she knew she should be way more careful, but the amazing feeling in her veins was too good to let go.

She was drunk from the power and knew she was somehow addicted to it, but she didn't care. Every thing felt way too good and she enjoyed the feeling, she enjoyed the fact that she did not have to ponder about solutions or ways to protect her or her friends for once.

She's been a crazy dita disco diva. And you wonder:
"Who's that chick? Who's that chick?"
Too cold for you to keep her,
too hot for you to leave her.
Who's that chick? Who's that chick?

Actually Damon had planned to drive by the club and get himself a small mid night snack in one of the dark allies behind it, but something drew him inside the small club.

Music boomed loudly, he had been able to hear it three blocks away already and light flashed in different colours across the dance floor. He watched the humans on the floor as they moved, unsure why he was here, when he suddenly noticed her. Her back was turned to him, but his gaze felt like it was glued to her small figure. She wore hot pants, a top and chucks, clearly withdrawing herself from the other chicks, which wore short dresses and high heels.

She knew how to dance, there was no question, and it almost seemed as if the music moved her body and not the girl herself, but that wasn't what fascinated him about her. The fact that had caught Damon's attention was that power seemed to radiate in clear waves of her petite body. The dark hair seemed to glow in the stained light and there was just something about her. She wasn't any average human like the others. She was definitively more.

Damon watched her body move, knowing exactly that she wouldn't be his next meal, there was something about her that told him clearly, she wouldn't let him drain her and yet, he couldn't bring himself to leave the club, to leave her behind.

Mystic Falls was a small town and the vampire was sure he knew any person that lived here, so who was that girl? The chance that she had come from another city was small, why would anyone drive into the smallest town in the area to go into this club that was barely bigger than a garage?

He did not know what it was that drew him closer, but he knew that he had to get to know her.