Well after SDCC, I was inspired. Inspired to write. So this is a new fic and it's different than my other ones. First, I'm trying to delve into the world of AU with Bamon. Things are a little different and you will see the differences quickly. The supernatural element will still be present.
So please give this little fic a try.
Disclaimer: This is inspired by a book called The Other Woman by Eric Jerome Dickey, so give credit there and also, I don't own the characters.
Damon Salvatore punched in the code to the front door of his brownstone on the outskirts of Mystic Falls, VA. He'd been away from his home and his wife for a week and the only thing he wanted to do was crack open a bottle of his favorite bourbon and bang his wife until the sun came up and she couldn't walk. He had been in Richmond for a week defending a racketeering case for one of his most affluent clients; of course, he won—as he always did, but he missed his wife. He closed the door quietly as he looked around the townhouse. He could smell her perfume and he noticed that her car was in the driveway, so she was definitely home. He smiled devilishly as he slid his suit jacket off and started to undo his tie as he walked up the stairs towards their bedroom. When he reached the middle of the stairs, he heard a familiar moan come from the bedroom causing him to stop in his tracks. He slowly made his way up the stairs and that's when he saw the pair of pants pooled in the hallway outside of his bedroom along with a suit jacket and button down shirt. The skin began to itch under his eyes as his eyesight became red and he felt the familiar itch of his fangs descend, as he made his way to the pair of pants. Next to them, lay a wallet that must have fallen out in the haste to get the clothes off. He heard the moaning continue as he lifted the wallet up off the floor and quietly made his way towards the master bedroom. He would walk in and surprise them.
The French doors were opened slightly and that's when he saw them, his wife, his beautiful wife of three years was in the midst of bucking her hips as she straddled a stranger in their bed. She moaned, as she ran her hands through her long chocolate tresses as she moaned his name Klaus. Damon peered into the room as the man's ivory hands caressed her back and that's when he noticed a ring on his left hand as his wife continued to ride the stranger…in their bed…in their house. Damon stood there literally with his insides burning and then a feeling of calmness came over him. He was better than this…
Damon gripped the wallet in his hand and turned to walk down the hallway. He walked slowly down the stairs, out of the door and slid in his car and then opened the wallet. There was a Louisiana license inside and a blond haired man stared back at him, "Klaus Mikaelson", Damon clenched his jaw, "your life is about to be ruined. I will find what you care about and rip it away from you".
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Bonnie Bennett-Mikaelson couldn't help but giggle as her best friend and former college roommate, Elena Salvatore finished telling a story from their college days. "Bon, I'm so happy that you decided to come to Mystic Falls!" Elena cooed as she took Bonnie's hand, "I haven't seen you in such a long time and I know its been a hard couple of months for you", she frowned.
Bonnie felt her heart constrict in her chest as the lump formed and she pushed it down, "Well you know New Orleans is my home", she shrugged and smiled, "but I thought this would be a good time to come visit my best friend and roommate".
"That's part of the reason why I'm shocked that you even came with Klaus, but I'm glad you did and that's why I want you to have dinner with me and Stefan tonight...oh and his brother and his wife can come too", Elena announced excitedly, "Damon can be kind of an ass, but he can be fun sometimes".
Bonnie nodded, "Ok, sounds like it will be fun. I haven't been out as much lately…"
"I know and that's why I am determined to make sure you have fun while you're here, you never know…maybe you and Klaus will want to relocate".
"I sincerely doubt it", Bonnie laughed.
Mystic Falls was a nice place to visit, but Bonnie couldn't imagine giving up the hustle and bustle of New Orleans for this sleepy town.
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Damon sat in his car moving the driver's license in between his fingers. A couple of years ago, Damon would have rushed into his bedroom and ripped this Klaus Mikaelson apart and mounted his head on his fireplace. Now? Damon had learned from his many years of being a rather successful criminal defense attorney, that the best revenge is done slowly and methodically. His anger pulsated through his veins and threatened to burn him from the inside out. His wife had been fucking another man, in their bed and in their apartment. Back when he met Krystal, three and a half years ago, they had a whirlwind relationship. They had amazing sex in the beginning and couldn't get enough of each other. He was a vampire and she was a vampire and they both had the stamina to keep things going for hours. They had no desire to change each other and she was fine with his busy lifestyle as an attorney. She was a property manager around Mystic Falls and they were slowly becoming a power couple, or at least he thought they were until he saw her giving herself to another man.
Damon stared at the picture of the asshole who had been pumping into his wife and picked up his phone. He googled the name 'Klaus Mikaelson' waiting to see whose life he was about to ruin when various news articles popped up. Apparently, this Klaus was a big time real estate developer with a net worth of over two million dollars. He had developed shopping malls, casinos, luxury apartments, golf courses, etc. Damon went through the webpages and then there was another page that caught him by surprise. It was one of those corny wedding announcement websites that couples used to let people know that they were planning the best wedding ever. Damon stopped and focused on the picture of Klaus and his would be bride…or by the date of the wedding, his now wife. He zoomed in on the brown skinned petite woman holding onto Klaus smiling at the camera. She was definitely breathtaking. She had emerald eyes with specks of gold throughout them, it appeared and her body was fit. She had perky breasts, that were in no way fake and she had a nice booty that filled out the white mini dress that she was wearing perfectly.
"Hmm…the former Bonnie Bennett…New Orleans, NYU…fashion designer…", Damon mumbled. He raised an eyebrow as a smile spread across his face slowly as he stared back at Klaus' wife. He knew how much a wife meant to a man. Klaus Mikaelson had crossed a line by desecrating his bed with his wife. So Damon wouldn't rip Klaus' head from his body, what he would do is rip out his heart and then rip off his head.
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Krystal Salvatore walked around her bedroom in a slinky backless black dress, trying to make sure that there were no traces of her earlier activities. Damon had been gone for a week and a half and only called an hour ago to say he was on his way home. She planned to have Kimmy come and clean the apartment before he showed up, but she only had time to make sure that there was no trace of Klaus' cologne. Krystal's body reacted at the mere thought of her love making with Klaus earlier that day. It was passionate, it was hot and it was forbidden and all of that made it better.
She and Damon met in a bar a couple of years ago, had a one-night stand and didn't expect to ever speak to each other again. Until, they ended up meeting again at some event for business professionals in and around Mystic Falls. They hit it off and started dating. They had a lot in common. They loved being vampires and they loved using their abilities to succeed and they had extremely hot sex. However, the more successful Damon became and the more time he spent away from home made her restless in their marriage and Damon was too damn busy to pay attention. So she met Klaus a couple of months ago, when he came to town for a few meetings about some investment properties that she would manage. They had drinks after one of their meetings and one thing led to another and they were ripping each other's clothes off in one of the bathrooms of a Mystic Falls restaurant. She almost wanted to touch herself for a few moments as she felt herself get wet, but then stopped when she felt a presence behind her.
"Damon!" she turned and smiled at him, allowing her memories of her moments with Klaus to drift away. She made her way over to Damon with her arms outstretched, "I missed you so much".
Damon smirked at her as he watched Krystal come towards him expecting a hug. He hated her. He could rip her heart out right then and there. "Did you?" he stopped her from hugging him, "and why are you so dressed up?"
"Oh I didn't get a chance to tell you when you texted me, Elena called. She wants us to have dinner with her and Stefan tonight".
Damon rolled his eyes. After what he witnessed earlier, he wasn't eager to spend a dinner with his perfect little brother and his perfect wife, "Mmm…I pass", Damon said moving away from her.
"Stefan also called because he wants you to possibly represent one of his employees".
Damon mulled it around for a few moments, "Well that makes me interested".
Krystal smiled as she wrapped her arms around Damon's neck, "I knew it would", she purred, "and you need to hurry up and change".
Damon looked down at her. His beautiful, whore of a wife smiling up at him with that face, the face that she had buried in another man's crotch hours before. She kissed him on the cheek as she moved away from him and over to her vanity to fix her make up. He stared at her bare back and he had a flashback of the moments he witnessed earlier. 'Klaus' she had whispered.
Damon moved towards the vanity and stood in back of her.
"Damon, what's going on?" she stood up and stared at him.
He looked at her face. The face of the woman who was throwing her head back for another man earlier, "Nothing is wrong Kay, not a thing", he whispered before pulling her towards him a forceful kiss.
She kissed him back for a few seconds and then she tried to break away, "We have to get out of here soon", she said in between kisses.
He didn't say a thing as he turned her around and she placed her hands flat on the vanity table. "Damon…", she began, but he silenced her by placing his hand on her throat with one hand and then worked the thin material under her dress and down her legs.
"No words", he whispered in her air as he bent her over as he unbuckled his pants allowing them to pool at his ankles and he fisted her hair as he entered her from behind as she gasped and took every thrust with pleasure.
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Bonnie sat in front of the window of her hotel suite on the chaise lounge sketching a new dress. She stopped for a moment and admired her work with a smile. It had been a couple of months since she even felt like opening her sketchbook. In fact, it had been four months since she'd picked up her pencil—ever since the miscarriage. Just thinking about it made a lump form in her throat. Bonnie blinked back the tears as she lifted the book up and stared at the strapless, asymmetrical dress that she just sketched. She smiled slightly as she noticed that it was a pretty good sketch and she needed to make sure she put it into production as soon as she returned to New Orleans. As she sat the book down, she gazed over to the hotel room door and Klaus was standing there staring at her with a smile of adoration on his face.
"Hey, I didn't even hear you come in", she smiled placing the book down beside her, "and why are you looking at me like that".
He moved into the room, "I haven't seen you that relaxed in months, Love", he came closer and kissed her on the forehead while she closed her eyes and breathed.
"Well the lunch with Elena helped".
"I'm happy, I like seeing that smile on your face again…", he sat down next to her placing her legs in his lap, "I only wish that I was the one putting it on your face".
Bonnie blushed. She couldn't help it, Klaus still made her feel like a teenage girl who had fallen in love for the first time.
"What time do we have to meet Elena and her husband for dinner?"
Bonnie looked down at her watch, "In about an hour, why?"
His eyes clouded over, "That's plenty of time", he smiled sneakily at her.
"Klaus…", she warned as she began to smile and shake her head.
"I promise that we won't be too late to dinner", he whispered before kissing her on the neck before lowering her down on the chaise as she giggled.
Klaus hovered over his wife gazing down at her, "I love when you make that sound".
Bonnie smiled in spite of herself and then frowned, "I'm sorry that I've been do distant", she apologized, "it's just been hard, you know".
Klaus looked into Bonnie's glistening green eyes, caressing her cheek, "It's ok Love. If you want to, when my business is done here in Mystic Falls—we can go away and try again for our little Mikaelson heir".
Tears immediately pooled in Bonnie's eyes, "But it took so much before for me to even get pregnant".
"Bonnie, it is meant to be that you bear my child and more importantly, I want a child with you…my wife", Klaus whispered before closing the space between them with a kiss.
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Elena looked around the Italian restaurant where she and Stefan Salvatore had been waiting for 20 minutes for their dinner guests. Stefan looked around tapping his fingers on the table. "I can't believe both of them are late", Elena sighed.
"I can believe Damon and Krystal are, but not Bonnie and her husband", Stefan remarked as he took a sip of his beer.
"Hmm…", Elena turned to him.
"Umm…does Bonnie know about me?" Stefan whispered focusing on Elena.
"No…I don't think so", she twisted her mouth, "but Bonnie can be quite an actress when she needs to be, so if she suspects anything—she may not tell me".
"The fact that she has always been quite pleasant to me could be a clue that she doesn't really know what I am".
Elena shrugged as Stefan looked around, "Well…there's Krystal", he gestured towards the hostess stand.
Elena turned around to see her sister-in-law. They weren't exactly best friends, since she found Krystal obnoxious and pretty much the worst type of female vamp you could meet, "Of course KWAK would be first", Elena mumbled.
Stefan chuckled, "Be nice", he rubbed his wife's back.
"Stefan…Elena…sorry we're late, but you know Damon just got back and we had to get reacquainted as husband and wife", Krystal winked.
Elena rolled her eyes and Stefan smirked, "Of course Krystal", he replied.
"Anyway, Damon's waiting for the valet to give him a ticket for the car", she stated as Stefan held out her chair.
"Great", Elena plastered on a fake smile as she sipped her wine.
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Bonnie stood in front of the restaurant waiting for Klaus to come over from the valet stand. She looked at her watch. They were almost an hour late and she felt kind of bad. Elena and her husband had been waiting for them. She turned to walk into the restaurant, taking the door when she felt a jolt and then a shiver down her spine as someone touched her hand. She stared at the cream colored hand and then turned to stare into the bluest eyes she had ever laid eyes on—they were almost transparent. They were much bluer than her husband's.
"Oh I'm sorry, you scared me a little", she apologized.
Damon stared back at the brown beauty looking up at him with her emerald eyes. He couldn't be this lucky. He smiled at her with almost a predatory look as she instantly removed her hand from under his, "It is quite ok", he remarked with a cheeky grin.
Bonnie looked at the blue eyed stranger who stared at her as if he not only knew her, but knew her intimately.
"Bonnie…", Klaus voice cut through the air as she tore her gaze away from the stranger.
Damon turned around to see the face of the man who he walked in on earlier that day fucking his wife in his bed and it took every fiber of his being not to rip every limb from that man's body. He instinctually balled up his fists as his gums began to itch. His eyes met Klaus' eyes as he walked up to Bonnie kissing her on the cheek as if he was marking his territory, "Bonnie, I thought you were waiting for me outside", Klaus wrapped his arm around Bonnie's waist, pulling her closer to him.
"I wanted to let Elena know that we were here".
"Uh, huh", Klaus stated casting a look at Damon before leading Bonnie over to the hostess desk.
Damon watched as Klaus escorted Bonnie towards the hostess, he also noticed Bonnie look over her shoulder at him with a puzzled look. He waved at her and she quickly turned around. Damon studied Klaus and Bonnie as Klaus guided her through the restaurant right to Stefan and Elena's table where Krystal was seated. Damon moved slowly towards the table, just in time to see Krystal stop mid drink to look at Klaus and Bonnie stop at the table. He saw Krystal physically react to Bonnie and Klaus and he could see her hand tightened around her wine glass. For Klaus' part, it was subtle and it was quick, but he saw Klaus gaze at Krystal for a moment too long; however, he also kissed Bonnie on the temple as he kept his eyes trained on Krystal. Damon smiled widely as he watched the scene unfold, he knew what he would do. Klaus was fucking his wife, ruining his life, so he would ruin his…he would not only fuck Bonnie in every which way he could possibly think of, he would rip out her heart and send it to Klaus in a box…he would teach Klaus Mikaelson to never cross him.
Well…this is my first crack at an AU Bamon fic. Things are going to go from 0 to 100 real quick. Please show me your like and love and let me know if I should continue…
This is an AU fic. Damon Salvatore uses his vampirism to become one of the best criminal defense attorneys in the country. He has the perfect life, complete with a perfect wife...until he walks in one day and finds that perfect wife with another man. That act sets Damon on a collision course and at the end of that course is one Bonnie Bennett.