This little oneshot takes place before vampires came to town and Bonnie's world got fucked up. It just about her summer love with this vampire who wanted her forever but nothing really lasts forever.
Forgive my many errors please, none of my work is beta'd, so forgive me!
I DON'T OWN TVD!
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"Aw, Care I miss you too." Bonnie gushed to her best friend. It was summer vacation and she was enjoying it to the fullest. Bonnie was dressed in a tiny baby blue thin strapped cotton dress that hugged her curves, she rose a tanned leg up and laughed at Care as she complain about her little cousins.
"Hey don't laugh at me!" Caroline whined.
Bonnie giggled one more time."I'm sorry Care, but this is just so precious!"
"Ugh, whatever! Enough of my miserable life! How is Louisanna? Is there any hot guys? Did you get some? Can I see any pics?" And so descends hurricane Caroline.
"Whoa! Whoa! One at a time!"
Caroline sighed.
"I did meet a guy." Bonnie blushed just thinking about him. Marcel was more than just a guy. He was a man. Caroline squealed so loudly over the phone that Bonnie had to pull it away from her ear.
"Details!" Bonnie gushed like a school girl. Granted that she was one. By the end of it Bonnie was bright red and Caroline voice had become so unnaturally high that it made her ears hurt.
"Damn!" Caroline drawled out.
"That's just...I mean I wanna fuck him! He sounds delicious! Bring him back to Mystic Falls won't ya?" Bonnie laughed knowing it was good natured but she would never do that. Call it greedy or immature but she wanted Marcel all to herself. Plus with Caroline or Elena around she won't stand a chance it hell.
"No way in hell," she muttered unconsciously.
"What?" Caroline asked, wondering her friend had said. Totally unaware of Bonnie's little insecure mutter.
"I mean hell yeah!" Hopefully Caroline didn't hear her fake enthusiasm.
Caroline hummed softly but said nothing for two seconds.
"Okay, anyway I've got to go make sure these little demons don't touch my Mac."
"Okay hun, I know how much you love your Mac." With that they hung up. Bonnie stared at her phone for a moment. It was a picture of the dynamic trio on they're first day of High School. Care was as golden as ever, green eyes sparkling in the sunlight so very bubbly. Lena was her usual spectacular over-confident self, brown curls framing her beautiful face.
"And then there was me." She grumbled looking at her younger self. She had freckles. Lots of them. And her hair was nothing but a fuzzy mess placed in a pony.
"The shadow of the future Homecoming Queens," Bonnie grumbled placing her phone into her bag. She pulled her shades down and sighed. At least she could enjoy her aunt's sun deck. Sitting up she pulled the flimsy dress over her head and threw it into her large beach bag. Bonnie's mocha skin glistened with sweat but somehow she glowed.
Maybe it was the magic.
Her tiny two piece blue bikini looked as if it pop off of her at anytime. But being naïve sweet young Bonnie she thought nothing of it and simply leaned back into the lounge chair. Plugging in her earbuds she hummed to a song by her new favorite band.
"Lay where your laying
Won't make a sound.
I know they're watching,
They're watching.
All the commotion..."She was being to become obsessed with that song. Sex on Fire had become a sort of anthem for her. Bonnie was only sixteen but she had come to relish in carnal pleasures. Shivering at the thought she ran her fingers over the scar in her inner thigh.
A mark of possession from her current obsession. Bonnie couldn't remember when she got it, there were so many to chose from. Blushing, she cleared her throat and flipped onto her stomach. In a swift movement she untied the back of the teensy weensy bikini top and threw it over the chair.
She needed to think of sunbathing not Marcel.
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Marcel laughed at a crude joke Luke made. Luke was the first vampire he had turned, he was slave once upon a time like him but Luke was a mulatto. Mother was a slave and his father the master of a plantation. Luke was a head shorter than Marcel with light lattee skin, a shade lighter than his Bonnie with green eyes like her and curly brown hair.
"Ah, but the bitch was tight." Marcel shook his head and smirked before downing a shot of whiskey.
"Anyway, let's not talk about the seventies." Luke grinned and smacked a hand on his back. Marcel could smell the alcohol on his breathe. It wasn't even six o'clock yet.
Marcel licked his lower lip, spotting a busty waitress. Luke followed his gaze. 'Like father like son.' He thought, though he had only met Klaus a few times but from what he could gather the man was a lover of women and wine.
"Want a quick bite to eat?"
Marcel finished his drink and got off his stool. "Nah, I'm going."
"Where?!"
"I'm going home." Marcel elaborated.
Luke rolled his jade gems."Since when did Mousier Le'Overture go home before twilight?"
"Since now." Luke grabbed his arm as he tried to walk away.
"What happened to you?" He asked in a whisper.
Marcel smirked at his protégé."Love. Magic. And lots of fucking."
Luke looked disappointed and released his arm.
"Love is a vampire's greatest weakness." The words echoed in his mind. Words that he had heard so long ago.
"Don't I know it." He muttered as he left the bar. The streets of French Quarter was crowded with supernatural of all kinds, witches, vampires and werewolves. Those were just the main ones. It was a haven that his maker had created centuries ago. The place still remained the same. Marcel stopped at a familiar spice shop, Hoppy's Spices. No very imaginative but when it started all those years ago while he was human the original owner was just in it for the money, the slaves knew spices and herbs and he had the money. The door bell rang as he entered and the various scents attacked him. Wolfsbane, black poppy seeds and other nature's brew. But one scent stood out, vanilla and lilac. Marcel smiled to himself. He'd knew that scent anywhere. As he walked down the packed aisles he saw her sitting there behind the counter, bored out of her mind. Her long mocha legs were crossed at her ankles and small feet on the cash register, Chuck Taylor's smudged with mud. Probably went in the garden today with her aunt. She hadn't noticed him as yet, but that was alright. He could watch her for a while. The tight white tank top seemed to cup her supple breasts, the swell of it with decorated with the dragon pendant he got her. Dark raven curls framed her pretty heart shaped face, Bonnie bit her lower lip as she turned the page of her novel. Marcel cleared his throat and smirked as Bonnie's head shoot up. Within seconds she was on her feet, leaning forward over the counter. Emerald eyes sparkling with an inhuman amount of joy. It thrilled him to know he brought that out.
Tucking a curly lock behind her ear she grinned so brightly at him as she greeted him he thought her cheeks would make her eyes into nothing but slits instead of the cat-like beauty it possessed."Hey."
Marcel smirked and placed both hands on the desk, leaning into her.
"Hey Suga," Marcel peeked her plumb lips. She kissedd him back but lingered longer.
"I missed you." She purred fluttering her long eye lashes at her, emerald eyes darker than before. Marcel chuckled and moved to her neck.
"I've got customers, babe..." His mouth moved the her jaw."...let me close up at least." He had to force himself away from her.
"Five minutes," Marcel growled out. Bonnie jumped over the counter and made her way threw the aisles in sped to rival a vampire. When she returned her shoes were discarded as well as her tank-top. Marcel smirked at her and pulled his t-shirt off. She lunged at him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He caught her, of course. His large hands cupping her firm ass pulling her close to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and crashed her lips onto him. They kissed with a primal need. It was hungry, greedy and lustful, everything they become when they made love. But it was love. A love he couldn't seem to live without.
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They moved from the check out counter to the backroom. Bonnie couldn't fathom how much stamina Marcel had, but she herself wasn't tiring any time soon. They met thrust for thrust with each other, crying out in pleasure and ecstasy. Bonnie was ashamed of herself because of the amount of begging she did, they couldn't get enough of each other. When they're time finally came he collapsed at her side with a grunted and pulled her into his sweaty chest. She turned to her side and faced him. Her head resting on her hand while the other traced a scar over his chest. It was long, old and not to mention ugly.
Bonnie closed her eyes and placed her head over his chest, listening to his heart beat. It was low but there.
"Don't ever leave me." She mumbled lowly before falling asleep.
Marcel hummed and kissed her forehead. "I don't plan to." No, he won't ever be letting go of his Bennett girl. They spent the reminder of the vacation together, mostly in each other's arms. Kissing until she craved oxygen, loving until rest became necessary. An overall great holiday. And if Marcel had things his way she would have stayed in New Orleans with him. He would have taken care of her, loved her until she grew old. No, he would have turned her but as a witch he couldn't see her argeeing to that. Even if she didn't know of her witchy powers. So he had to let her free. No matter how much it hurt him. Even though without her there was no light in his darkness, no light at the end of his tunnel. This love had strengthen and weakened him. This heartbreak would be the end of him.
Love really was a vampire's greatest weakness.
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May become a multi-chapter story or rather a story filled with oneshots :)
