As Damon Salvatore drove through the little town of Mystic Falls in his 69' light blue convertible Camaro, he couldn't help but marvel at the picturesque scenery before him. It looked like something straight from a post card with its tall trees and freshly cut green lawns. Back in college whenever Tyler brought up his hometown, it was always something negative like how boring it was and how nothing exciting ever happened here.
But to Damon who'd lived in the city all of his life, this seemed like the perfect place to grow up as a kid. And now look at Tyler, he was about to be married and someday soon raise a family of his very own in the same place he once seemly despised.
It was ironic, Damon thought with a slow smile spreading across his lips. But that was life for you.
Suddenly, while crossing over Wickery bridge, Damon's phone beeped and then it went dead. "No!" Snatching up the expensive device in his hand, Damon couldn't believe he'd just lost cell phone signal and with it the GPS app he was using to find Tyler's house.
"Shit!" This could not be happening. Now he was fucking screwed and not in a good way. But there was no need of getting upset about the situation because Mystic Falls was a small town, exactly how lost could he really be when he actually thought about it? So Damon continued to drive over the bridge and for about a mile down the road there was nothing but open space with farm houses spread out here and there from a distance.
It wasn't everyday that he got a chance to see this part of Virginia, having lived most of his life in Washington D.C.,so Damon decided to enjoy the drive. He had the top down on his convertible and it was a gorgeous summer day outside and his best buddy was getting married in a few days and he was the best man, so what did he have to complain about?
Life was good.
Deciding to stop when he spotted the little store tucked a few feet away from off the road, Damon figured he'd ask for directions.
A little bell rung from above the door when he entered inside and his hot skin immediately felt the cooling effects of the air-conditioning. His blue eyes scanned his surroundings before making his way towards the counter when this tiny girl stepped in front of him, beating him to the counter, while drinking a mountain dew straight from the bottle.
"That soda's not paid for yet, Bonnie Bennett...so I'd appreciate you not opening it until it is."
Damon watched as the girl continued to drink the soda almost defiantly before placing it down to the counter along with a king-size snickers bar.
"It's hot outside and I was thirsty."
The cashier from behind the counter rolled her eyes before ringing up the purchase. "Well if you wore shoes like a normal person then you wouldn't get so hot."
Damon looked down and sure enough, she was barefoot.
"What does that have to do with anything?" He heard her ask, momentarily distracted by gorgeous brown legs and a shapely backside in cut-off shorts.
It wasn't everyday that he saw that kind of view either because the women in D.C. were ultra conservative.
At least in public. But behind closed doors was another story.
"Bonnie, don't you know anything?" The woman said in exasperation. "The feet conducts heat, so if you walk around barefooted all day, you're gonna get hot!"
Shaking her head, Bonnie reach inside her pocket, pulling out exact change for the soda and candy bar, handing the money to the cashier.
"It's ninety degrees outside, Patty. So shoes or no shoes, I'd still be hot."
From where he was standing, Damon saw no lies in that statement because she was definitely hot alright, he thought to himself.
At least from the back.
He hadn't seen her face yet.
Clearly Bonnie had not noticed Damon standing there because when she turned to leave, she bumped right into him and a startled light gasp of surprise escape from her lips as hazel-green eyes crashed upon electric blue.
Bonnie's eyes widened prettily and not because he was a new face in town but because he was remarkably handsome.
Raven hair, piercing eyes.
She took a step back, swallowing hard. "Sorry, I didn't see you there."
Damon flashed a sexy grin. He was just like his daddy. A sucker for a pretty face. He couldn't help himself. It was in his genes.
"No harm done, little lady. No harm at all."
Bonnie nodded and proceeded to walk past him and Damon followed her progression towards the exit, watching from the store window when she stopped to admire his car.
Patty cleared her throat. A little put out by Damon's behavior towards Bonnie. She believed that all people were created equal, however what she didn't believe in was the mixing of races.
She firmly believed that people should stick with their own kind.
"Can I help you, sir?"
Damon reluctantly gave the women behind the counter his attention. Patty was it?
"Yeah, hi. Sorry about that." He said scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.
He walked up to the counter. "I'm from out of town..."
Patty scoffed interrupting him. "No kidding."
Damon ignored the sarcasm because he needed her help. "Yeah. I need directions. I'm trying to find the Lockwood estate."
"Well darling, you're on the wrong side of town. You drove too far. The Lockwoods live across the bridge."
Shit, Damon cursed himself inwardly. "So when I cross the bridge...
Again Patty interrupted him. "You're going to make that left on Cambridge then the right on Mulholland and you won't be able to miss that great big old house. It's a real beauty." Patty looked Damon up and down speculatively. "The Lockwoods are the richest family in town...you kin or something?" She asked nosily.
Having gotten what he needed from Patty, Damon totally dismissed her. "No." He answered and walked out of the store.
He saw Bonnie Bennett walking up the road eating her snickers bar.
Too bad, Damon thought shaking his head.
Had she been walking in the direction where he was going, he would have gladly offered her a ride.
If all the women in town looked like her, then he was in big trouble.
Like any other privileged rich white male, Tyler Lockwood was an entitled asshole. He was given everything he ever wanted from the moment he was born and was never told the word no a day in his life. And in a few days, he would be marrying Caroline Forbes. She was smart and beautiful, everything a man could want in a woman. Too bad she wasn't the woman that Tyler wanted. But that didn't matter in the grand scheme of things because he still had to marry her.
It was what his father wanted and therefore he had to do it or otherwise be cut off financially. It was a hard pill to swallow which was why for days now leading up to the wedding he was drinking himself into a stupor.
It made the pill go down much easier.
Because the girl that Tyler wanted, he could never have. Not only was she from the wrong side of the tracks, but she was also black, which was a double strike against her in his father's book.
No, Bonnie Bennett just wouldn't do. His father would disowned him in a heartbeat.
"Tyler dear, Damon's here!" Carol Lockwood called from behind him.
Sitting outside by the pool gripping a glass of scotch, Tyler killed the the last of its contents in one big swallow and stood to his feet.
"Salvatore, you made it!"
Having a legitimate reason to pry his arm from Tyler's mom without seeming rude, Damon gladly broke away from the woman's side to go say hello to his friend.
Tyler's mom was an old cougar. Those were the worst ones.
The two friends embraced in a bro hug. "Of course I made it, you think I'd miss out on seeing you tie the knot...no way man!"
Tyler chuckled.
"You boys hungry?"
Tyler sighed. "No mother. Damon and I are going to catch up for a while, okay. Maybe later."
"Well okay...you two be good now."
Tyler shook his head, embarrassed. "I swear, she still thinks I'm a kid. It's crazy. I'll be thirty in two years!"
Damon laughed.
"Come on man, have a seat and let me get you situated right."
Taking the proffered seat, Damon watched as his friend picked up a bottle of scotch.
"Whoa bruh, don't you think its a little early in the day for that?" Damon asked, frowning slightly.
"Not for me."
"Well I'll pass." Damon said, shaking his head.
Tyler shrugged. "I guess that means more for me then."
Damon didn't say anything.
Having had a much needed sugar break, Bonnie was now back at the auto-shop finishing up the brakes on a Toyota. Once done with that, she had to rotate the tires on Mrs. Thomas' Buick and then do an oil change on a pickup truck.
After that, she could go home and take a much needed shower. It was hot outside today.
Besides, Emily wanted to go out tonight and take her mind off of her breakup with Marcel, so Bonnie couldn't bail on her, even though that's exactly what she wanted to do.
But that wasn't the type of friend Bonnie was, Emily needed her, so she'd take one for the team tonight and try to have fun.
When Tyler suggested that they all go to Lucky's bar, only Matt Donovan knew the real reason why his friend wanted to go there and it wasn't to have a drink. He was hoping that Bonnie was there tonight. Having been Tyler's friend since childhood, Matt knew of his obsession with the girl and therefore he opted out of going to the bar, making up an excuse and he went home.
So that left Damon and Logan, Tyler's college buddies who had no idea what they were getting themselves into as the three of them drove across Wickery bridge in Damon's Camaro.
Tyler sat shot-gun with a can of Budweiser in his hand. "Didn't I tell you that there was nothing to do in this fucking town."
"Then why are you still here, Lockwood? If you hate this place so much. Leave it, go!"
"Salvatore, you just don't understand man."
Damon dropped the subject when Tyler downed the entire can of beer in one gulp, besides they'd arrived at the bar.
As soon as Tyler stepped inside, his brown eyes immediately went in search of Bonnie's face and just when he thought that she wasn't there a guy moved from his line of vision and he spotted her sitting at the bar with Emily.
"Hey Lockwood, you gonna stand there all night?" Logan asked, spotting a table a few feet away and heading towards it.
Damon followed. "Yeah, it was your idea to come here. So let's order some drinks."
Tyler reluctantly dragged his gaze away from Bonnie and took a seat at the table, biding his time.
Had Bonnie known Tyler was there, she would have left the bar immediately, but because she was trying to be a sympathetic ear to her best friend, she drowned out everything and everyone around her and focused solely on Emily.
"Bonnie, I loved him so much... I mean I swallowed his fucking cum and everything and he still dumped me. What did I do wrong?" Emily cried.
Bonnie leaned closer to her friend, wiping the tears from her pretty caramel face. "Hey, you did nothing wrong. You hear me. It was him. He's the one who's fucked up, not you!"
Hearing Bonnie cuss like that made Emily smile in spite of her tears.
When Bonnie saw the tiny smile appear on Emily's face, she saw that as her opening. "Sweetie, I really need to pee. Do you think you'll be alright for a few minutes while I go to restroom?"
Emily's brown eyes widened in alarm. "Oh my god, Bonnie...why didn't you say something?! Go pee girl, jeez!"
Not having to be told twice, Bonnie hopped off the bar stool and made her way to the ladies restroom.
Seeing his chance, Tyler got up from his seat as well.
"Hey, where you going?" Logan asked.
"To take a piss. I'll be back."
Bonnie felt a hundred times better after having relieved herself. Now she could focus all of her energy on Emily.
Tearing off two squares of tissue paper to protect her fingers from the germ infested handle, she flushed the toilet and then opened the stall door.
And there stood Tyler Lockwood, blocking her way. "Hey baby, it's so good to see you."
Bonnie froze like a deer in headlights. Her fear was so real that an animal could have smelt it.
Taking advantage of her temporary paralysis, Tyler entered the stall with her, locking the door behind him.
And just like that, she was trapped. It was her worst nightmare come true.
"Gawd, I've missed you, Little Bit.." His mouth covered hers and it made her want to vomit.
Not again, Bonnie begged inside of her head.
And like a tidal wave of emotions, everything came rushing back to her in mental flashes.
Tyler smiling at her. Telling her how pretty she was and how special he made her feel because no one had ever paid attention to her like that before. He kissed her lips, shocking her because he was so much older than her and it just felt wrong. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let her. He was so much stronger than her, forcing her down to the ground, where he stole her innocence.
Feeling his hand fumbling underneath her skirt, snapped Bonnie out of her state of shock.
She was no longer that defenseless teenage girl that Tyler Lockwood had took advantage of long ago.
Bonnie kneed him in the balls as hard as she could, making him crumble to the floor in a cry of pure agony while grabbing his crotch.
"If you ever come near me again, I'll kill you." She seethed.
Opening the stall door, she stepped over his body.
"I-I love you Bonnie." She heard him say from the floor.
"You're sick...stay away from me!"
Bonnie had to get out of that place before she lost her mind. Going back to the bar, she picked up her purse.
"Let's go."
Emily looked up in confusion, not knowing what was happening. "What? Why?"
"Tyler's here."
Nothing else needed to be said after that, Emily grabbed her stuff and the two friends left the bar.
Before exiting the establishment, hazel-green eyes once again crashed upon electric blue.