Alone

By Niki

Author's Note: I'm a huge shipper of Bonnie and Damon. In my head the world they exist in extends far and in between and it is infinite. I hope you enjoy this attempt to infuse something fresh onto the site. Thanks. Leave a review and let me know what you think. I don't know if I'll continue because this could definitely stand by itself.

She sat in a chair looking around at the dancing couples in the room. They were dancing under stars and streamers and they were completely and utterly happy, the couples that is. But she was alone. Always. Alone.

Even when she had been getting dressed earlier. Putting on the dress and zipping it firmly into place. She'd been alone then.

She watched as Elena said something to Stefan, and then snuggled back into his embrace. They moved well together, like the tide hugging the sand. And Bonnie knew then that was really what she was missing. She didn't have the emotional connection that Elena shared with Stefan Salvatore, or even the connection that Matt and Caroline in there on and off phase had.

"Alone" she said on a sigh and continued to look around, with a slight tingle going up and down her spine in the darkened room of the Mystic Hotel ballroom. She tried to shake it off but she always got that feeling whenever he was near.

Suddenly she spotted him, his blue orbs glowing from across the room. For a brief second she considered giving him an anyerism but he moved to fast for her to do so. Before she gave it a second thought there he was.

Standing in front of her. Dressed out like a magazine cut out of perfect prom attire.

"If you're here to ruin everyone's night, I'd think again" Bonnie leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest.

Damon took her in before he spoke. Bonnie Bennett was dressed in a skin tight green gown with a sweet heart neck line leaving her throat very much exposed. He resisted the urge to growl at the attractive picture she presented, instead extending his hand.

"Shut up and dance with me Judgey."

Bonnie's eyes grew wide, very wide at the vampire asking her to dance. "What?"

"Damn it, Bonnie. I know you're not deaf and I'm not repeating myself." A smile twisted on his face and Bonnie almost questioned it but stopped herself. Damon was a live in the moment type of person. He threw caution to the wind, and got away with things no ordinary person would.

But Damon was no ordinary person. He was a vampire, a vampire asking her to dance. And then she remembered she was alone and how empty that felt.

She took his hand and the moved to the floor passing by Elena and Stefan whose mouths were wide open.

"Ignore them Bonnie. It's because I look so damn good."

Bonnie chuckled as he spun her around and brought her back to him. He looked into her eyes and she rolled hers as she placed her head against his chest and began to dance. His cologne tickled her nose and she sighed, almost perfectly content.

"Damon?"

"Ummm…don't ruin the moment, Bonnie. Nobody likes a spoil sport."

She looked up at him then. "I just wanted to say.." she paused. "Thank you."

He gave her a look where one of his eyes halfway closed and almost looked confused. "How did that taste coming out of your mouth?"

"Look Salvatore, I was just saying thank you. Now shut up and dance with me before I give you a terrible headache." She placed her head back and felt him smile against her hair.

"You're welcome, Bonnie. I don't put on a tux for just anybody."

One song stopped and another began but the two of them continued to dance to only a music they could hear. It had always been like that between the two of them. There had always been a passionate something or other between them. But for now it could have just been passionate dancing and maybe even something more.