Title: Hollow Bastion
Summary: Damon Salvatore is rumored to be the Lord of all Vampires, and cruel one at that. He terrorizes the village of Mystic Falls, and strikes a deal with them. Bring me a witch to help him break a spell, and Lord Salvatore will leave Mystic Falls in peace.
AU
Paring: Bonnie/Damon
Rating: M for later chapters.
A.N.: and for the sake of this particular setting. 'Grams' will not be used. Ahaha.

There was a thunder storm brewing in the town of Mystic Falls. Although this was not like any other the townspeople had experienced since the Salvatore Brothers came into Town. It was worse than anything they had ever seen, and they knew exactly why.

Two young men and a beautiful brunette came to Mystic Falls two years ago. Damon and Stefan Salvatore were brothers, and Katherine Pierce was said to be engaged to one of the two. They lived on the edge of town, deep within the crevices of the woods. A great manor that had been in the town's history for over a hundred years.

They were friendly at first, but it seemed as though the female had done (something) because the two men started acting differently. More...aggressive. Rumors began to circulate that that the trio were blood-sucking creatures.

It was very unbelievable at first, considering the younger of the two, Stefan, was the most social out of the brothers. And even though the eldest seemed to have a way with the women, no one could blame him. He was (devilishly) handsome.

That was until, women started disappearing, then found later, dead, lying on the forest floor. Bite marks were found on each victim's person. At first, no one wanted to believe it could be these two, instead they blamed it on savage animals. But these women all had one thing in common. They were infatuated with the Salvatores.

One young woman seemed to have survived the attack. Her name was Caroline Forbes, her family had been on the council for Mystic Falls. She had gotten luckier than most girls, and had even been intimate with the eldest brother. But one rainy night, they found her lying dead in the forest, just as the other girls had been. Except Damon was there with her.

It may have been the light, but a witness said the man's eyes had changed to a deep black and blood red. His skin was abnormally pale, and his hands were drenched in blood. He turned to see the witness, wiped the remaining blood from his mouth and in an instant both the 'corpse' and Damon were gone. A frightening sight for any human.

Unfortunately, this witness didn't have much credibility to him. He was a drunkard and a vagrant. How could he tell his dreams from reality when he was constantly drunk?

Three days passed, and Caroline had returned. She said she had gotten lost, until a kind merchant gave her shelter for a few days. Her excuse was...legitimate, but it lacked something. Although, before anyone could question, she had told them because of that, she planned on marrying the merchant. And she left town.

"Bonnie!" yelled an eldest woman. "Get inside! Something is wrong!" the younger woman turned to her grandmother with a frantic look. She had been outside tending to her grandmother; Sheila's garden for the day when an unplanned storm took the suns place. Her long brown locks spun around her beautiful face as she ran towards her grandmother's home.

"What...What is the matter, Grandma?" Bonnie said, currently out of breath.

Her grandmother hurried her in and shut the door. "This isn't the cause of Mother Nature, young one."

Bonnie looked up, slightly confused.

"This is someone's anger. Someone's pain."

"How can you tell?" the younger woman whispered.

The elder of the two gave a small smile, pointing to her heart.

"I can feel it. I understand this pain. The feeling of having someone you care about taken away. The feeling of betrayal."

Bonnie knew what her grandmother was referring to. Her father had kept her away from his mother. He saw her as a bad omen, and Bonnie could understand. Her grandmother was rumored to have powers, and was teaching Bonnie them. She knew she would die soon, and her son rejected anything regarding magic. Lucky for her, her granddaughter was a curious one. So she began teaching Bonnie instead.

"W-What about father?" Bonnie asked, cringing at the coming answer.

"What about your father? He has decided to exclude his own mother from his life, so I'll treat him as a stranger. I don't care what happens to him anymore." Bonnie stared at her grandmother with a pained look.

She was hurting, it was as clear as daylight. Her own son, that she held in her stomach for 9 months, tending to his every need until he was old enough to fend for himself, didn't want anything to do with her. And for what? Being herself. So she took her motherly instincts to Bonnie. Lord knows she needed one, her maternal mother was dead and father was always working.

If it were not for her Grandmother, Bonnie would have no one.

Bonnie sighed, walking over to the fire to keep herself warm. "Well, what shall we do now?"

"We wait." Sheila answered. "Even though the storm is not finished, I can feel that it has already destroyed this town's crops." her eyes closed and her hand out as she 'felt' the earth around her.

"Oh no!" Bonnie gasped getting up. "Agriculture is Mystic Falls main export. If we don't have that, we cannot make money, and no money means we cannot prosper. H-How can we survive? Oh I ju-"

Sheila chuckled, her granddaughter was intelligent, but she worked herself up too much. "Calm yourself, Child. If you are not careful, you will blast the fireplace through the roof." she chided playfully.

Bonnie looked up at her grandmother with doe-like eyes. She tried calming herself; she had often forgotten that her powers were in tune with her emotion now.

Two days had passed since the storm, and no one was happy. Everyone was scared and looking for someone to blame. They all knew it was the Salvatore Brothers. Whatever they were concocting in their manor was having a serious effect on Mystic Falls.

Lord Damon as he was known had come by horse carriage to deliver a message very early in the morning. The townspeople had rounded the town square in curiosity.

Sheila had run outside quickly, leaving a sleeping Bonnie back in her home. She had to stop this for the good of Mystic Falls.

Damon didn't step out. Instead the girl that many were beginning to forget emerged from the carriage onto the cobblestone. Caroline Forbes. Some gasped at realization. Others felt pity. She looked so dead, so malnourished.

"Lord Salvatore has honored us all with his presence this gracious day. He realizes that after a storm he cannot recount, a considerable amount of money has gone to waste." she paused trying to steady her nervous demeanor. "He can help Mystic Falls. He just needs a favor in return."

All eyes looked frightened, Damon could never want anything that couldn't benefit them.

"Bring Lord Salvatore your witch, and he will make your town prosper."

Bonnie awoke smiling. The moon was still out. But just like her grandmother, she could feel the earth. Even though the crops were ruined, she had hope that things would return to normal with time and hard work. She might even be able to see Elena, her playfellow of many years on this day.

That was, until she heard a crowd yelling something. They sounded angry..

"Grandma? Grandma?" Bonnie called out shakily.

With no reply, Bonnie quickly hopped out of bed with nothing but her nightgown. Her hair bouncing delicately behind her frantic frame.

"Grandma!" Bonnie yelled again as she neared the crowd. She couldn't exactly see what was happening because of the taller men before her.

She could only see little slits of what was going on. That frail blonde girl that was Bonnie's friend at one point was standing outside of a carriage. She could see the hooves of black horses, and her...Grandma!

"Grandma! Grandma!" She yelled again. Even over the crowd, she was sure Sheila could hear her, but she didn't respond.

Sheila made a motion with her hands, spreading them out as if she were offering herself. Bonnie didn't understand at all. She looked for another way to get past the crowd, when she spotted Elena.

"Elena! What's going on?" Bonnie yelled, grabbing her friends arm for dear life in the antsy crowd.

"Oh Bonnie!" Elena cried, "The town is sacrificing your Grandmother to go to the Salvatore Manor!"

At that moment, horror and anger embedded itself deep within the depths of the small witch's form. Her grandmother? The only one left in her life? She would not let that happen.

Bonnie's hair began to float around her, and the hem of her nightgown rippled in small but vicious waves. Suddenly, one of the horses yelped out in pain, falling to the cobblestone ground.

Caroline shrieked in surprise, momentarily stopping her request. The crowd went wild with chaos.

"Bonnie! Bonnie! Bonnie!" Elena screamed, grabbing hold of her friend trying to shake her out of her daze. "Someone will see you!"

It was true, only a few people knew of Bonnie's powers, Elena being one of them, and she preferred to keep it that way. Unfortunately for Bonnie, today wasn't going to be her day.

A pale hand struck out of the dark carriage. It demanded silence, an quickly the crowd obliged. All but two..

Damon sensed another witch's presence. A potentially more powerful one that the one sacrificing herself in front of him.

"Bonnie! Bonnie!" Elena sharply whispered, she had to calm her friend, or everyone would take notice of her.

It was too late though, the crowd turned to Bonnie and Elena. The young witch had been chanting something. Her eyes were screwed shut, and an air was rippling about her. Caroline fell to the ground gripping her head in her hands. Damon would have fallen too, but he took all his might not to show weakness in front of the townspeople.

Bonnie didn't mean for Caroline to get hurt, but she could only think of one spell that might have done harm to Lord Damon. From her perspective, it didn't seem to have worked.

Elena shook her friend for the umpteenth time, hoping to get a reaction out of her. Although as soon as she did, blood started leaking out of her dear friends nose, and she fainted.

Elena couldn't help herself, she screamed. Her friend, her dear beloved friend...

Damon turned towards Bonnie. "This one. This is the one I want."

Sheila turned quickly, "No! Lord Damon. You do not want her! She is but a child, she hasn't harnessed any powers yet! Take me instead!"

Damon turned slightly towards the babbling witch. To the human eye, it looked as though Damon hadn't moved, but within a split second, Sheila's heart was in his hands.

"Shhh, Don't speak." he whispered, putting his bloodied fingers to his mouth.

Elena shook with fear as Lord Damon stepped closer. He gave her a quick look over.

"Slattern" he mumbled.

Any other time, the girl might have been offended, but the fear held her tongue.

And with that, Bonnie and Damon were gone.

Leaving everyone in confusion.