Hello! This is kind of my first time writing for the Bonnie/Damon fandom so I'm a little nervous! I will admit that I was a Damon/Elena fan until season 5 when it was, in my opinion, ruined. I recently watched the fifth season finale and had my eyes opened to how awesome Bonnie and Damon are. Then I got my friend hooked on the show and while re-watching episodes I saw their interactions I had forgotten about and fell in love even more. While my favorite couple will most likely never happen (if you've ever read my stories, I absolutely love the idea of Tyler/Jeremy) I seriously hope that Bonnie/Damon has a better shot of becoming endgame.

This story is a part of a new series idea I've had in my head and have been working on for a while. This first story is about Bonnie and Damon, the second story will be about another pairing and so on. This story deals a lot with issues that I have experienced firsthand (gangs, race, drug dealers, the whole nine yards). That being said, there will be racial slurs and gang terms in this story. If you don't like any of those things, I would advise you not to read this story. And please don't bash me because you feel that I'm being prejudiced! I am only putting my experiences and the experiences of people around me into a story. Now that that's said, I will stop typing this ridiculously long A/N and get on with the story! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: racism/prejudice, drugs, violence, sex, angst, drama. There are also characters from The Originals in this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries, The Originals or any characters associated with them. I only own this plot and my OMCs.

Oddly, he'd seen this coming a lot sooner than now. He nearly laughed at how long it took the police to catch up with him. He'd always been one step ahead but somewhere along the way they started sprinting when he'd just been strolling. But it was his fault he was here and he had no one to blame but himself. And he didn't blame anyone else, if he were perfectly honest. He didn't blame his parents, or his brother, or Katherine and especially not Bonnie.

The thought of being arrested always seemed more dramatic to him, but that was just one more thing television lied about. When DEA agent Rudy Hopkins and his partner approached him and his brother sitting on a bench in the park and asked him, quite politely, to put his hands behind his back, he really felt let down. He could've easily given them the slip but he didn't want his brother to be taken in instead. He'd put him through enough already. That, and he was tired of fighting to stay one step ahead of the game. At least he could count on not being murdered if he went willingly.

He always knew he'd end up here. It was inevitable with the life he led. Drugs, fast money, gangs, they all lead to only two options; prison or death. Or both. Yet that hadn't stopped him from getting into the game. He'd seen the money, the power people had and he wanted it all. Now that he made his bed, he had to lie in it.

"Damon Salvatore, you're under arrest for the murder of Thierry Vanchure and conspiracy to sell and distribute heroin. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided to you before any questioning if you wish. You can exercise these rights at any time and not make any statements. Do you understand each of these rights as I have explained them to you?"

He smirked cheekily at the dark skinned officer, "Yes sir. I'm surprised it took you this long to find me."

"Don't flatter yourself Salvatore," Rudy snarled as he dragged him to the car.

"Wait! What the hell are you doing?" Stefan cried as he ran after them. "Damon what the hell is going on?"

"It's fine Stefan," he called over his shoulder. "Call Mason for me."

He was dragged through the trees to the street and then shoved in back of the squad car. It looked exactly as he'd envisioned it and couldn't help but chuckle at his situation. It was comical in that it had taken them so long to do this. He only wished Stefan wasn't there to witness it so he wouldn't ask questions about what he'd been doing in the time he'd lived away from home.

So much for trying to make things right with him, he sighed to himself.

The two officers that arrested him got in the car and left without another word. Damon could hear the police radio in the front accompanied with a lot of static.

"Was that man back there one of your customers?"

"No."

"Maybe we should've arrested him too."

"He's my brother. I haven't seen him in months," Damon snapped. "Don't drag him into this."

"Does he know what you've been up to?"

Damon remained silent. The red-haired officer turned to him with a smirk and a chuckle.

"He doesn't know about his own brother? The notorious Ripper of the New Breed gang that sells the best heroin in town and kills anyone that gets in his way?"

"I wasn't aware you knew my nickname," Damon returned his smirk, making his disappear.

"We know a lot of things about you Salvatore," Rudy stated gruffly. Damon's response was cut off by his cellphone going off in his back pocket. He wiggled and maneuvered in his seat to make it fall out. His heart jolted in fear when Bonnie's name flash across the screen.

"Who's that?"

"No one," he retorted as he sat on his phone. One buzz indicated she'd left a voicemail. This situation kept getting worse and worse for him and when Hopkins found out his daughter was dating the criminal he'd been pursing for months it was going to be bad for her too. If the man allowed him to live after that he'd be the luckiest bastard in the world.

Getting involved with the daughter of a DEA agent, specifically one tasked with taking down his gang, was the stupidest decision he ever made. Marcel had always told him that Bonnie would be the reason he got caught up and he hadn't been wrong. However, he couldn't bring himself to regret his choices. He only hoped Bonnie felt the same.

As they drove through the streets of the city, the bright lights blurring together, he closed his eyes and went back to the beginning. Back to the days that changed his life and led him here.

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