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I shouldn't name things when I'm half asleep. The story title has been corrected. Oy!
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Debt Collectors
Damon watched as Bonnie Bennett nearly fell from her pedestal at the bar. A huge crowd of jocks entered the Mystic Grille and she immediately lost all her composure. High school girls, they always fell for those pretty boys with muscles and nothing between their ears.
Little Miss Bennett needed something different…him.
His eyes followed the graceless beauty on her journey from the bar to where he stood by the pool tables. Her heart was beating so damn fast and her perfume was perfectly contrasted with the scent of her blood.
"Remember when you said you owe me?"
Damon's mood immediately shifted at the sound of the witch's words. A 90's rap song looped in his head today was definitely going to be a good day. He shrugged his shoulders, "Depends."
Bonnie groaned, spun on her heels, and started to storm off, "Misogynistic…" She mumbled and he gave in without a second thought.
"Since it's you, of course I remember, completely grateful, indebted to you for all eternity…blah…blah…blah…"
Her eyes were emerald green and full of fury. He loved it when she was angry.
"See that guy, by the bar, tall - blonde hair - blue eyes."
Damon extended his finger, "Him."
Bonnie swatted his hand and twisted his index finger, "Could you be a little more discreet."
"Sadist." Damon yelled, pulling his digit from her grasp.
"Just listen, pretend to be my boyfriend." Damon become aware of how close Bonnie's body was to his, the way the corners of her mouth turned up when she smiled, and that her fingers continued to dance along the lines of his chest. "He dumped me last summer." Her lips grazed his ear, "Help me make him jealous."
"On one condition."
Bonnie looked from Damon to the guy at the bar who seemed to be captivated by their interaction. What was that idiot thinking by letting this go?
She clenched her teeth, "Fine."
"You owe me."
Damon was going to have so much fun collecting the debt.