A/N: Hey guys! I know that I'm writing another fanfic while it takes me too long to update my first one as it is, but I had this idea in my mind and I wanted to post this Prologue before I lost the inspiration or something, which happens a lot to me.

This one is mighty different, since of course, its another genre all together. But for the past few days, I've been going mad over Damon/Bonnie and I decided that I would write a fanfiction of my own. There is one thing I don't like about Damon/Bonnie and its the name they've been given - 'Bamon'. It just doesn't sit right with me. I'm thinking about calling them 'Dannie' instead. What do you say?

Anyway, I have high hopes on this one. Its kind of a merge between the T.V. Vampire diaries show and the books. This is set after the tenth episode of the second season - The Sacrifice, when Stefan and Katherine have both been sealed in the tomb, Jeremy-Bonnie almost kiss and Elijah kills those three vampires which came to take Elena to Klaus.

I'm going to post a summary first and then go on to the Prologue.

Title: When Darkness Falls

Summary: Bonnie hates Damon because he messed up the world as she knew it. She'd take him down. Damon hates Bonnie because the witch thought he had a upper hand on him. He'd make her pay.

But when things start getting messy at Mystic Falls, Damon and Bonnie have to learn things about each other the hard way.

Bonnie/Damon/Jeremy's sort of love triangle.

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries or any other characters present here, although the story-line is my own and a couple of new characters.


Chapter One

Hate you forever

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(Bonnie)

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I was driving my car back home from school when I first felt it. The growing feeling of someone chasing me down. It was not unusual now that many of the paranormal creatures around were chasing me down to do their dirty works. Apparently, I'm already mentioned in the Witches' Daily, and every now and then, I feel a presence around me.

What I felt was somewhat of an intuition, really. A constant nagging that would make me look back again and again for what was coming. But I saw nothing except the empty road behind me, or a car following half a mile behind.

I looked on either side and found nothing except the trees which stretched on forever.

Nothing that my normal eyes could make out.

I increased the speed of my car, wanting to reach my house as quickly as possible. I didn't know if Dad was home. He was supposed to leave for a trip to France in a couple of days and he was gathering stuff for it these past few days. My Dad's job took him around the globe to different companies. He was one of the few who were responsible for expanding the business of his company by meeting people from all over and exchanging information.

Yes, it was me who first suggested him to take up the job after he lost the last one due to recession. He was skeptic about taking it up because it was supposed to take him away from Mystic Falls for long periods of time, but I encouraged him on. With all what was going around in Mystic Falls, I thought it better to have at least one of my family members away from a place where vampires and werewolves roamed freely.

Anyway, I had Grams with me back then. She lived alone and so we decided to live together after Dad was gone. However, it was the first time that Dad was leaving after Grams death and I wasn't especially looking towards living alone.

But I wouldn't complain. He had already been working locally for the company for about two months now, after Grams' death, and the company wanted him back on his old job. Besides, there was a reason I wanted him to take up that job in the first place. And that was my priority. Dad should be kept safe.

I wouldn't be able to lose him too.

And, since I wasn't sure he was home or not, I couldn't risk going back home in case the thing following me wasn't a vampire. Of course the vervain – that I had somehow smuggled into his watch, which was of course highly difficult but effective since my father didn't go anywhere without watch – won't be able to keep a werewolf at bay, which may the case of the creature that was following me.

I looked back again and noticed the now empty road. I still couldn't see if the thing was following me or not, but of course I could feel it. It was at a definite distance but still after me.

I didn't know if I'd stand a chance if I was face to face with this creature. I didn't even know if it was one of those curious visits which I had lately – witches from another clan, who would introduce themselves, drink a cup of tea and leave with good wishes. Most of the times, I felt as if these witches were sizing me up, seeing if I was worthy enough to be called a Bennett witch, but they usually didn't say much about my magic. Usually about my ancestors, but never about me. This usually left me with a feeling that I had somehow failed a test. Not having proven up to the mark.

The only thing that I knew was that something powerful was after me and I had to run away from it. I felt it. Every nerve in my body wanted to run away as fast as I could, in a direction opposite to this creature. And I knew it only pointed to one thing – the creature chasing me meant harm.

A small fear gripped the corner of my mind. I gulped and looked back again.

Nothing.

Calm down, Bonnie, I repeated to myself. If I wasn't calm enough, I'd be dead before long. Panicking doesn't help.

I thought of alternative ways out of this. I couldn't fight this creature and at this rate, I knew that it would catch up with me soon. Very soon.

For a minute, I considered calling Stefan, though of course I didn't know how strong this creature was and if Stefan would be able to face him alone or not. But then, I groaned. Stupid! Stefan was locked up in that tomb with Katherine.

Just my luck!

I knew having vampires in the town was a bad idea, even when there were saner ones like Stefan. I didn't count Damon as a sane one because the last time I checked, I had to drink Stefan's blood to save myself, my throat torn badly, all because of him. And it wasn't even because of something I did. Emily, my ancestor, possessed me and made me do things I didn't even remember doing. The next thing I knew was a pain so intense that all I could do was lie still, waiting for death so as to relieve myself from the pain.

Cause? Damon's selfishness and his obsession for a vampire who did nothing but use him.

I didn't know when a blood craze might fall on these vampires, destroying the town. What I mean is that I don't know how long a vampire like Stefan could go on without human blood or when Damon might decide that the town had to pay for his miserable life. But I did know one thing. I had to protect the town from the blood–crazy vamps.

Even now and then, there were unusual deaths around Mystic Falls, the reason of which I knew only too well, but couldn't do a thing about it.

I don't know if it was the arrival of the vampires in town or my best friend, Elena, who was responsible for all this. Why did she have to go and make two vampires fall in love with her, fall in love with one herself, and piss off numerous other vampires, namely Katherine and Isobel, not to mention their accomplices, who were running after her life now?

Why did she have to be my best friend?

Maybe I was over–reacting. The only thing that she probably did wrong was to fall for Stefan. Damon and the other problems just followed Stefan to Mystic Falls. Maybe, if the vampires wouldn't have come back, everything would have been normal.

And so, even though I was determined to take all the vampires down and save the town, I had to back because of Elena and her love for Stefan. Not that I wanted to act like hero. It's just what Bennett witches have been doing since ages. Emily, my great–great–great–something grandmother and Grams did it too. Of course, my last encounter with Emily didn't go especially well and my Grams ended sacrificing herself, but I knew it was the Bennett legacy – family comes first. Just like Grams and Emily had shown me time and again.

I sighed. I knew I was weak and not up to the standards of a Bennett witch but I also knew one thing – if anybody knew I was weak, there would be trouble. So I knew that however much I may feel vulnerable, I couldn't show it. Not to Stefan, not to Elena, Meredith or Caroline, not to anybody.

Especially not to Damon and Katherine, who were both bent on draining anything which pumped blood in its body to satiate their thirst or selfish motives.

Because if they knew I was weak, then they'd have nobody to be afraid of and the town would burn down to ashes in a flash.

I closed my eyes for a second and opened them back up to see the road ahead. I was tired of all this. I was scared and vulnerable and weak. I just wanted everything to return back to normal the way it was. I just wanted to be a normal human and not care so much about dying people or my legacy.

My whole world was turned upside down and inside out. I hadn't been on good terms with Elena since Grams's death. Not even with Caroline who had been turned vampire now. Not after her killing Carter. After making her that daylight ring on Stefan's request, I didn't even see her much, let alone talk. I had calls from them but I didn't know how to answer, so most of the times, I just switched my phone off.

And these were the people I couldn't have thought about living without.

And what about Stefan? Stefan was sure the kind and sane one, who cared for everybody, and most of the times, had to clean up after his brother. He was the love of my best friend, even though I didn't know where she was going with this. But then, he was also a vampire. And for creatures like him, killing and living was the only way of life.

Most of the times, I didn't even know how to act around Stefan, because of this. Hate him because he was a blood–sucking monster who might be wrecking havoc on the town's living–animal statistics? Kill him because he might one day realize that he too wanted human–blood to sustain and that animal–diet was too boring? Or trust the vampire with whom one of my best friends was deeply in love with?

And then of course, Stefan came as a packaged deal with his brother, who didn't mind killing a few people to satiate his thirst for blood and pleasure. I'm pretty sure that more than half the girls in town have already been compelled to give him his blood or sleep with him – which in turn, also included more blood draining.

Stefan sided with him too. Though there wasn't a remote human characteristic in him, Stefan insisted that Damon just needed time and space to think his actions out and turn into his better self. Even Elena considered him a friend, though he obviously didn't want a simple friendship from her.

Only I was the one who knew what Damon really was. He was a bloodsucking leech, who thought about nothing but himself and who insisted that he loved Elena – though he never said it out loud. I knew that all he had was a mental problem and excessive obsession with Elena because of Katherine. Oh, and of course, his partiality to anything remotely pleasant to sight and full of blood.

Except you.

Hey, where did that come from? Shit, I knew that I had a stupid crush on that leech just because he looked too good to eat. It just didn't mean that I liked him. If anything, I wanted to kill him by my own two hands and save the town in the process.

Although, I gotta admit that he was one smooth guy. He was in the Mystic Fall's Council which practically existed to take down the vampires. Supposedly, he helped them to keep and eye on things and still hasn't been caught at the act even though I know that all of the Council's members regularly drank vervain.

But then again, Damon could be whatever he wanted to be – smooth talker, listener, stalker, lover or the blood–thirsty vampire.

I shook my head. Was I praising Damon? Because there was nothing to praise about that guy. I brought myself to consider the problem at hand. Stefan was out of the question because of his current status as the tomb–resident with utterly pleasant Katherine. I didn't know what to do about that too and everything was just a huge mess.

Consciously, I increased the speed of my car, as I felt the creature drawing in. I drove past my house not wanting to trouble Dad.

I thought of calling Damon then. The fact that I didn't want him around me didn't count now, as I felt the creature close enough to attack. And then of course, I was important to the leech because of my abilities as a witch so of course I knew he wouldn't deny me the help that I needed to survive from the thing that was following me.

And also, I was slightly panicking now. Yes, I was a bit scared of the unknown, but nobody had to know.

Increasing the speed of the car even more, I heard myself calling out his name.

"Damon," I said simply, focusing on the image of his face, trying to visualize his features in the windshield of my car. "I need you."

I said nothing more. I didn't want the vampire to goad when we finally got rid of this thing if I said anything more. Also, I didn't of course know what else to say.

For a second, his face stayed in front of my eyes as I noticed his light–blue eyes, the straight nose and the beautiful pair of lips. Damon was sure handsome.

I sighed. Where was I going with this, I didn't know.

From the moment I saw him, I knew there was something wrong with him, but I couldn't help the infatuation that I felt towards him. It was a childish crush, I knew. Because how could I even like the vampire responsible for the death of Grams, I didn't know. I just hated that guy and I wanted my own revenge after the scenario calmed down a bit – what with Katherine, Moonstone and werewolves?

I knew what I had to do after things calmed down a bit.

I had to take down Damon fucking Salvatore.

I felt the presence closing in on me and my mind jolted back to the situation at hand. I was scared, yes. But I knew there was no use staying scared. Moreover, this time he was close. So close in fact that I felt a dark blur running past my car.

Quickly, I swerved right sharply, trying to ditch whoever was after me. But the smartass was right beside me. I couldn't see his face but I knew for sure that he was a vampire now, if his speed was any giveaway. I took a left swerve to avoid a log of wood which was lying on the road and crashed into the creature sideways.

With a crash, the creature hit the trees on my left and stayed there for a good minute before following me again.

Suddenly, I felt Damon's presence drawing closer. And just as suddenly, the shadow on my left disappeared.

Gone, I sighed with relief, slowing the car down as Damon materialized on the road in front of me, a few feet ahead. I pulled up the car next to him.

Then, I rolled the window down. I didn't need to get out to face him while we talked. Which would of course we be under a minute. So, inside was just fine.

"There was somebody following me," I explained.

"And so I noticed," he said, his eyes on the road behind me.

"Stefan wasn't… available as you know. I wouldn't have troubled you otherwise."

Damon looked down at me, his blue eyes striking my green ones with an intense gaze.

"I have my shield around me. You can't get inside," I said, referring to my mind.

He game me a lopsided smirk. "Really?" He said. "I don't need to get there, Bonnie. I'm already there."

I looked at him in puzzlement

"What?" I asked, confused.

"You think too much about me. That's what I meant."

"I–I don't," I lied.

"You don't?" He asked, bending down to my level, looking into my eyes.

"Well, I forgive me if I think about how best to tackle whatever havoc you're going wreck on the town next. If I'm trying to figure out your next move to destroy the world as we know it. But before you feel too smug, I must also inform you that it's not just you. I just have my eyes on everything."

"Oh," he smiled, leaning in closer. "So then, you must know who was chasing you down, Ms. Omnipotent?"

I looked away.

"Who was it?" He prodded, with an obvious complacency in his voice.

"This was new," I accepted finally, looking back at him.

"Chased down first time?" He asked, raising an eye–brow.

I nodded. "Like this, yes. Thanks to you vamps for increasing my popularity status. Now every paranormal creature around knows that I'm a witch, chasing me down for favors."

"And what all kinds of favors do you provide?" He asked, smirking.

"Shut up," I said, starting the car.

"Do you really hate me as much as you pretend, Bonnie?" Damon asked, standing straight, looking down at me.

I sighed. "You get on my nerves, you know that, Damon?" He smiled. I scoffed.

"You are destroying my town, killing someone each night or persuading them to let you suck them dry." His smile immediately turned sour with each word, "You wanted to bring a whole party of vampires from your era back into town to get your old love from centuries ago, who would also have torn the town to shreds. You didn't care about that. You were just the selfish vampire who'd do anything to get his love back. You think that's romantic? Walking around holding hands in the ashes of the town with Katherine?"

At her name, his face distorted with contempt and scorn. I didn't like that face that he reserved for me, but then I didn't want to be buddies with him either.

Right?

I continued, "You tried to kill me and forced me to drink vampire blood, which I especially despise you for. And last but not the least, it's because of your sheer stupidity, that my Grams is not with me today. She would have been alive if you'd have realized that Katherine was fooling you a little earlier."

I sneered. "And you still think I pretend to hate you? Damon, I hate you for real. I'll hate forever. I hate your very being. I wish I could have killed you now but that wouldn't sit right at a time like this with troubles mounted right on our heads."

Damon merely stared at me with anger all through this. However, when I was finished and looked at him with an obvious abhorrence, his anger soared. "You witch! You think I like you after your stunts? Disabling that device, giving me migraines and trying to burn my ass back there at the carnival? Because I don't. I would have broken that frail neck of yours in a second if you weren't of so much value to me."

I scoffed.

"You're better off as long as you remember that I can kill you like this," he snapped his fingers, "Because the first thing I'd do when all this mess calms down, is drink your blood first and feel you writhe beneath my hands and then, finally snap your neck into half."

"And as long as your remember," I replied, picturing the gruesome scene that he had described, "That a stake isn't the only thing that can kill you, that I can give you an aneurysm or even set your ass on fire, that I have lot more tricks up my sleeve than just this, and that I'm not as frail as you think, you'll live."

In a flash, his hand was on my neck.

I smiled and in a second, he drew his hand back, looking at me with so much anger that I would have cowered away if I wasn't so bent at giving him a fright.

He looked down at his hand which was now healing from the burn which clearly showed. And it was one big burn.

"Something new for your thoughts?" I smiled, as he looked back at me, his eyes fuming. "Bye Damon," I said, revving my car for the ride back home, furious with anger myself.

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(Damon)

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What does the witch think she is? Freaking God? Dammit, I'll kill her. Emily's promise was the last thing on my mind when I saw that sneering face of hers.

Damon Salvatore didn't hear death threats from anyone. And this witch was no different. In fact, she was weaker than most, more vulnerable somehow.

I smiled. That witch was going to pay. I'll kill her nice and slow of that was the last thing I did. Promise or no promise.


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