Fatal Distraction
Chapter 2 - You can't catch me (Damon's POV)

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Damon Salvatore sat in the conference room of the twenty-five-story building. He rested his elbows on the long table, listening to his partners disrupt each other. His mind was cluttered. He hated clutter. He zoned out and pictures his last encounter with her. Pulling her hair unbearably hard, knowing how badly she hated when he pulled hard. She enjoyed when he fisted it, but hated when he yanked it. But he did it, to get her angry. It made her blood taste better. She swore they never blood shared. She swore it was against her rules. But a compelled huntress loved when he took her blood. However, the witch in her hated it, he smiled remembering the moment.

"Damon, what do you think?" Stefan asked.

"About what?"

"The humans. They are up to something."

"They want power like the rest of us."

"Even if that's true, the blood business, can't be controlled by humans."

"I control the blood business. Everything blood goes through me." Damon spoke sternly.

"Okay, but what about the witch? The one you've been linked to." Alaric asked rubbing his thumb and his forefinger along the bottom of his face.

"Linked to a witch? Me no. I do business with witches." He said with guilty blue eyes. Damon stood up and grabbed his jacket casually throwing it back over himself. He took one more glance at the clock. Three pm on the dot. "I'm heading out early today. I have something to do."

"Damon, we need to figure this leak, and get to the bottom of the outsourcing situation."

"Stefan, we will. I'll have, someone on it." Just as quick as Bonnie disappeared on him, he left the conference room, headed out for the day.

xXx

The years of trial and errors, and vampires finally have leverage on humans. Blood. After years of living in hiding, and lurking in the shadows, I capitalized on the power we bring to the world. I run Salvatore Enterprises alongside my brother Stefan and longtime friend, Alaric. We rationalize the distribution of vampire blood and human blood. You may wonder, how I became the leading distributor of human blood. Let's just say when I started people feared me. Now, they respect me. I have the Key to the state of Virginia. Mystic Falls, a once small town, is now the leading geographical locations for blood distribution by way of several large factories, and partnerships.

Salvatore Enterprises is my twenty billion dollar a year cash cow and growing. This makes me one of the wealthiest men on the planet. The healing properties of vampire blood, while can't cure Cancer, or other fatal diseases, it slows the process. It rejuvenates the human threshold for immunity stricken viruses. And all basic needs for healing lies in the properties of our blood. I'm arguably the most powerful man in the world. But... that is in the human world. In the supernatural world, I still have many foes. Any smart enough to come after me? Probably not. He who controls the humans has the power. But... now there is a problematic subcontracting issue.

That means, someone, is trading my secrets, or robbing me under my nose. Stefan told me hiring humans was a mistake. I told him, it was a truce. Humans would be too stupid to betray a vampire. But again, we are talking about power here. The amount of power I have gratuities me plenty of friendships and allies, as well as delegates me just as many, concealed enemies.

So when I invite someone into my world, I expect to not be betrayed.

xXx

Damon called Bonnie's phone countless times. She avoided him. He grew impatient, but something about her made him tick with need. He didn't leave her any voicemails but he texted her.

D: Cat and mouse is not your forte little bird.

B: ...

D: Is this what's it's come to?

B: ...

D: What if I told you I know where you are?"

B: ...

He grits his teeth, then grinned. She was playing games with him.

D: Have it your way.

He made a phone call, and with few words... he made an order to a man that had been tailing Bonnie for three days. "Hello, Tony. Yea. Get her. Bring her to me. And Tony... she's a witch, tie her wrists." He hung up just as quickly.

He knew it would be about half a day until he saw her. He has time to kill.

xXx

"Mr. Salvatore, you're three-thirty is here."

"Send her in." Stefan sat in his office, with his blue slacks and white shirt. He wasn't one for ties, but today he wore a deep red tie. For whatever reason, it stood out, and when his three-thirty walked in, her eyes were hypnotized. He looked at her with blank acceptance and she walked in and sat before him. "Good afternoon."

"Mr. Salvatore. It's very nice to meet you." She smiled, nervously.

"Is it Lendy Newman? How did you hear about this position? I'm very discreet with my hiring techniques."

His blank, yet menacing stare was making her nervous, but she handled it as professionally as she could, until she realized she was a terrible liar. "If I'm being honest. I acquired information from the donor association. I work there, barely making ends meet... I overheard from one of the donors, Lendy Newman, that the COO of Salvatore Enterprises needed a new assistant. I know you guys hire from registered donors only. Listen, I know I snuck my way into this interview by pretending to be Lendy Newman, but I need this. I am a hard worker. I have my degree in business management. I will work 12 hour days if needed. I am willing to put in the work, Sir. I need to leave my situation." She knew she said too much. She was desperate at this point.

"Situation?"

"Yes, I live with roommates who have no respect for personal boundaries." He sat up in his chair, and stared at her uncomfortably.

"Do you have a problem with boundaries?"

"Yes." She felt his watchful, yet invasive penetrative staring at her.

"What is your real name?"

She licked her lips and swallowed nervously. "Nelson. Sarah Nelson."

"Sarah Nelson." He repeated grimly. "Sarah, I don't like liars. Why would I hire you? You came in here under false pretenses."

"I guess you shouldn't." She stood up and realized what. Mistake she'd made. "I'm going to go, I'm sorry for wasting your time." She headed for the door but by the time she turned to it, he was waiting for her. She gulped and clutched her chest, not knowing what to think or how to feel, other than afraid. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to- I shouldn't have... if you just let me go, I promise to forget about all of this. I'll never step foot in this building again."

Stefan moved towards her subtly, causing her to shake in her skin. Her lips shook hard, and as she was about to speak again he silenced her with his finger. "Shhh. Miss Nelson, when you see this tie... what is the first thing that comes to mind?"

"B-b-b-blood."

"Blood? Really? I think... hunger." He moved so close to her she had nowhere to go, but his desk.

"H-h-h-hunger?" Her nerves held her hostage. "Okay, umm, I'm sorry. I should just go-"

He smacked her hand off her shaken mouth. "Do you know why I hire my assistants from the donor association? Because I need a legitimate donor. Do you have any idea..." he went from his human form to his flashing his teeth..."why I'd need a donor?"

She answered nervously. "Knowing you can trust, that they do their part in the circulation of business for Salvatore Enterprizes?" She took a wild gues.

"In part. But mainly because..." his eyes went blood shot, and the whites turned red... "of my hunger."

Her things dropped from her hands, and as she meant to scream he covered her mouth at vampire speed and looked her in her eyes. "Sarah, I'm going to take your blood now. Don't scream, or I will kill you. Okay?" He didn't compel her.

She nodded her head. He removed his hands and allowed her to remain fearful. It made her blood taste better. He pulled her head to the side and bit into her neck ripping her her skin like a savage. The pulled up letting her see her own blood drip from his teeth. "Oh my God!"

"Therefore, I hire from the donor association; my assistant is my twenty-four-seven donor." He said harshly. "Now, do you still want the job?" She looked her in the eye, afraid for her life, yet hypnotized by his man. She wasn't sure if she was acting out of stupidity, or he need for employment, because the Salvatore's paid exceptionally well, but she nodded her head and accepted.

"I do."

"Good, you're hired. You start immediately." He slammed his hand flat on the desk frightening her. Then he bit her again, getting his fill of her blood.

xXx

Two men crept up to Bonnie as she walked around the French quarter. The crowd was filled with party goers and drunken people. The town was celebrating its ten years of peace between beings. Davina had just walked the opposite direction of Bonnie and they said friendly goodbyes.

Bonnie appeared alone until they saw her meet up with a another person. A man. They couldn't see his face. "Tony, who's that? Do you recognize him?"

"No. But he's trouble. I can smell it."

"Let's just...wait and see what happens with this interaction." They watch a while and Bonnie disappears into a building with said man. Tony makes a phone call. "Boss, she was with the girl. Now she's with a man. I don't recognize him, but he's not someone to mess with."

"Find out who he is, bring her to me."

"Right. Okay."

They waited outside for her. A while later, Bonnie walked out, it was now... twilight hours and she headed for her hotel. Before she could make it there she was grabbed, sacked, and thrown into her own car trunk. One man drove her car, the other drove the tailing car, and for half a day's time, they drove until they got back to Mystic Falls. When they arrived, they opened the trunk Bonnie wasn't inside. Before they knew it, the car was starting, and she was in the driver's seat. She took off.

"Fuck!" Tony said. "Get in the other car, and go after her. I'll close the gates." Bonnie headed for the gates, and even though they were closing, she pointed her finger and they opened back up. Then she forced a blaze to block the other car from following her out of the gate. Bonnie was gone. Again.

...

It's about time, Tony hits my phone, and all I want is good news. When I answered my phone I just needed to facts. "Tell me what I want to hear."

"I can't. She's gone."

"What!"

"I don't know how she did it, but... we opened the trunk and she wasn't there. Then, suddenly she was driving-"

"Shut up. You idiot. Why do I pay you, if you're just going to fuck up? She's a witch. A fucking witch."

"I can get her, just give me another day."

"No. Let her go."

I hung up on Tony and called her.

This time she didn't let the phone ring. She answered it.

"Nice try Raven." She told me, sounding un-phased. "But you can't catch me."

"Why are you running from me?"

"Number one, I don't like spending countless hours in a trunk, and number two, I'm not running."

"Then what are you doing Little Bird, because last I checked, we were friends."

She laughs. "You know, you say that, then you take my blood against my will."

"Let's get one thing straight, you're a psychic. You knew I'd bite you. You knew this would happen. Tell the truth, you were looking for a reason to run. Weren't you?" I know her better than that. Yeah, we were a discreet, yet consensual partnership, but we were close. Closer than she intended us to be, and when she realized it, she did what she had to do, to quit coming around. I wanted to know why.

"Raven, it was fun, but it's over. No hard feelings."

"This isn't you, but I guess, you're afraid."

"I don't know what you're talking about. But I'm hanging up. Watch your back. Because when you least expect it, I'll be coming for you."

She made me laugh. I'm always ready. Unfortunately for her, she won't be expecting it when I come for her. But I'll play along for now. "I'll be waiting for you, Bennett." I heard her the sound of her smirk before she hung up the phone. I can't trust many in this world. Someone is always coming for me, even when they aren't open about it. Friends are enemies, and the people you can trust are few and far between. I doubt she wants to be anything other than my ally, but knowing her, she won't go down without a fight.

I had to laugh about it. I hate witches. They are the messengers of the Satan, sent to kill vampires. But, she needs to realize, we need to be on the same side, before humans outsmart us. I grit my teeth and put my balled fist to my lips, feeling sudden impatience.

"Bonnie Bennett, you little, fuckin' devil."

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