A/N: My version of the Bamon scenes. It won't veer too off from canon because, too be honest, I like the slow build they have. I hope you enjoy. Please review, good or bad, I'd love to know your thoughts on it.

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD or the characters. Technically, I don't even own the plot.

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Pre-Pilot

The crow's wings settled gently against his sides as he perched on a sturdy branch. Sharp crystal eyes glinted with amusement as he peered into the window. In clear view, two girls sat on a bed, giggling. They were both beautiful, the crow observed. The blonde was pale and clear skinned. The long shirt she wore did nothing to hide her creamy thighs or voluptuous breast.

The bird's eyes shifted to the darker girl. Wide eyes, a bright smile and slanted jaw gave the girl an aura of innocence. More cute than sexy. However, looking at her body, the same couldn't be said. She had slender shoulders with lightly muscled arms. The light tank she wore revealed small, perky breasts. Her waist was small, but widened significantly at her hips. The small shorts left the soft mahogany skin of her thighs to be devoured by his hungry gaze. The muscles that tightened as she moved to sit on her legs made up for their lack of length. She wouldn't be able to hook her ankles around him, but he relished at the thought of her thighs tightening around his waist or head.

He realized he had struck gold with Caroline Forbes and Bonnie Bennett. He wondered if he would be able to bed them both before releasing Katherine from the tomb. He'd had to be careful not to let them mess up with his, though. He wasn't worried about Caroline, but Bonnie couldn't be compelled. The untamed magic he felt in the air was more than enough proof that the Bennett was a witch. Untrained, but powerful. They both had their parts to play, and he would make sure that they were played well. Even at the cost of his labido, if neccessary.

He hadn't been with a witch since Bree. His feathers ruffled at the memory of the power he felt as he drove into her. He would only imagine the wild rush if untapped magic Bonnie could cause.

Bonnie looked up with she heard a hoarse caw from outside her window. As she caught sight of the black feathered bird, she heard a soft whisper in her mind. Not being able to make out the words, she shrugged it off and continued to chat with Caroline. But as she slept, the words were repeated. Each time, they became more clear. By morning, she had forgotten the warning.

'Damon Salvatore is coming.'