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He had never seen anything like it, the complicated lines and detail. He frowned at his reflection, his mesmerized look fading. His neck and shoulder blades were bright crimson and sore to touch. It was official.
He had been set up in a simple bedroom last night. It was only big enough for a bed and a dresser, but he wasn't complaining. Allison had him sleeping on the floor when he wasn't in her bed.
"You're my baby cousin's first ever pet."
He whirled around quickly in shock, finding a man standing behind him. Older than him with sandy blonde hair, tan skin and brown eyes. He wore a silver jumper, with a crest Damon had never seen before embroidering its pockets.
"Name's Alric," the boy greeted with a crooked smile.
"I am Damon..."
"She told me." The boy nodded sagely, as if his name was bad news. "There's doctor here, and she'll update you on your shots and make certain you don't have any infectious diseases and other things we wouldn't want you infected our sweet baby Bons with." Damon blinked in surprise, unsure if the older man was serious.
(O)
High above the green hills and golden-roofed houses making up her family's property, Bonnie twirled and raced for the twinkling pond in the very back of the horse pasture. A grin split her face in half as she tilted into a nose-dive once above the body of water, moving her arms down to her sides, making the green and gold armor around her body do similar. She hit the water a second later like a speeding bullet, breaking through the water's surface without much of a splash.
She allowed herself to sink, activating the underwater shield to her armor. She grinned wider as she watched her grandmother's Rainbow fish swim around her, not bothered at all by have a big hunk of metal appear in the middle of their lake. It was likely the genetically altered fish were use to it, it was almost a monthly occurrence.
It was Bonnie's favorite thing to do, adorn her most favorite suit of armor and dive into her grandmother's lake at the fastest of speeds she could go. She looked up, the large armored head repeated her actions. It was a clear lake for fish viewing, so seeing with-in it and in it wasn't an issue. But the girl couldn't hear anything. She couldn't hear anything at the bottom of the lake. It was just her, the rainbow fish, and the blue horizon above her.
"How did it go, Bon?"
Bonnie sighed as the voice filled her suit. Yeah, there was no noise until someone interrupted her bliss by radioing her. "Went well, I'm coming up."
Not wanting to give up on her fun, Bonnie rocketed out of the pond as quickly as she could get the BSA to move and cut through the air, halting high above the lake and her armor dripped water in streams, the metal glinting in the lowering sunlight.
Removing the water shield, her view of the world outside of water began to clear, no longer a blurry haze. Below her she could make out a very wet Jo Parker staring up at her, blonde hair in a tight bun at the top of her head. She was dressed in a pair of oil stained white overalls, the Parker clan crest and Women's Republic crest both adorning the mechanic's front pockets. Her hands were on her hips and she looked anything but happy.
Bonnie groaned loudly inside of her armor. "What's wrong with her now?"
"I heard you, Bonnie, damn it."
Bonnie swallowed, but then laughed loudly with nervousness. "Coming down, Jo."
"Yeah, you do that, you little idiot."
The girl lowered herself onto the grass with expert grace. Bonnie ejected herself, the helmet on her head coming undone with a release of air and a slight ache along her spine. The armor began to splinter apart, IM – intelligent metal – unpeeled itself from around Bonnie starting at the center of it's golden chest. Once open and fresh, crisp summer air hit her face, the brown skinned young woman took in a lung full of air and climbed out of the machine, her booted feet landing on the grassy ground underneath almost as silently as her BSA's had.
Now her male cousin Alric was standing beside Jo a smug smile on his face. The young Bennett heir grumbled under her breath.
"I told you, you could go for a spin in your BSA, test out its new balancing features, not be an idiot and dive into a lake with an only semi-repaired hunk of metal." Fran yelled at her right away. "What in the heck were you thinking, Bonnie? Huh? What if it would have broken apart while you were under? Huh? Do you think Lucy would have ever let me hear the end of it?"
The younger female winced. "I didn't... I mean, nothing happened..."
Jo's face turned as red. She then japed a finger at Bonnie. "Yo-"
"Milady," Alric interjected, interrupting her. Jo shot her 'husband' a glare, which seemed as gentle as a feather if Matt's gentle grin in reaction to it was any indication. "Bon is an idiot who cannot help herself when BSAs are involved." The younger woman glared weakly at her cousin. "She won't ever listen, no matter how much you yell at her. Hard-headed. Don't waste your breath, Milady."
Jo's glare weakened as her head hung low and she nodded in agreement, a suffering sigh left her. "You're not wrong, Alric. I gave her a similar speech a few weeks ago, didn't I?"
"Yes, Mi'lady," he nodded.
Bonnie decided she would ignore them. Turning around, she tapped on the inside button of her BSA suit, causing the opening in the armor suit to close, leaving behind a humanoid shaped gold and green weapon. She can her fingers along the Bennett crest on its left shoulder, feeling the damp IM.
"I met your male, baby cousin." Alric spoke up sounding oddly happy.
"Can you stop calling me that?" The tiny young woman snapped. "Its not endearing at all. And so what?" Her hand fell away from her BSA.
"I delivered your message and I even showed him to Mrs. Bea."
Bonnie sighed and looked at her cousin, eyeing him lazily. "Thank you, Alric."
"You shouldn't avoid him." Alric added.
"I didn't want him," Bonnie reminded.
Jo walked forward, blue eyes sweeping over Bonnie's BSA with a critical eye, likely looking for any added damages. She vanished behind it. "Think about it this way, Bon," Jo said, "you're helping him. You got him away from that awful woman you said was abusing unjustly." Bonnie would admit him being away from Allison Southern was good, she couldn't agree that making him apart of the Bennett clan was actually helping him. "What in the hell, Bonnie, there's a dent in-"
"Thanks, Jo, I noticed how you increased its speed." Bonnie quickly cut her friend off, sensing a tongue lashing. "I'll leave it here for you." With that the girl quickly made her get away before Jo could yell at her again.
(O)
Blood was taken from him and he was forced into peeing into a cup and is also given three shots.
Bonnie ignored him. Focused all of her attention on a book in front of her as she leaned over her desk. Damon waited patiently by her bedroom's door, hands folded in front of him, gaze on the floor. He had been here a week already, and not much as happened besides his visit to a doctor.
He was clean and healthy, no lice, no fleas, malnourished and underweight, but healthy enough.
His stomach growled and he mentally cursed it. He looked up, hoping it had disturbed Bonnie but found she was looking at him, an rather unimpressed frown tugged her lips dawn. The lamp light was soft against her light-brown skin and her green eyes seemed much darker.
She had actually been able to avoid him seen him because of school. But it was obvious he was very unsure with what to do with himself, if how he was following her around was any clue anyway. Now with classe on break, she had plenty of time and no excuses. Damn.
"I'm so - "
"Sorry..." She finished for him. She quietly sighed and stood, pulling her braided pony-tail over her shoulder. "Do me a favor, never say that again." He frowned. The girl stretched her arms over her head, popping her shoulders,"I'm hungry."
"Should I go get you something to eat?" He blurted obviously eager to make himself useful. She was uncomfortable, which wasn't his fault exactly. But in no way was she her sister and she certainly wasn't Katherine. So she had no desire for a male to follow her around like a puppy and do whatever she tells him.
Her lips pressed into one another thinly. "No... I think I can do that on my own." She moved towards him. "You're welcome to join me though." She then slid by him, out her bedroom. He followed her of course down the brightly lit hallways, lined with family portraits, most of them of dark-haired women and many female children, skin tones ranging from very fair, down to deep brown.
"My dear," Lucy appeared at the bottom of the long stairwell. "What type of foods should we have for your party?"
"Whatever you would like, sister..." Bonnie said. "You're going to pick what you want anyway." She whispered under her breath, Damon heard her.
"Well," the woman shrugged. They reach the bottom just as the large wooden doors at the end of the hall opened, and in walked a pretty, tall, curly haired woman. She wore a black long sleeved shirt and black pants with many pockets. Behind her was a blond haired, bloody, muddy boy. He had a gash across his chin, and scratches over his face, he also walked with a limp.
"Kat, dear, what have you been doing? He's dropping blood and mud on my floors." Lucy shrieked.
"He'll clean it," The girl shrugged, her gaze landing on Bonnie. "Baby cousin," her dark brown eyes land on Damon. A chill ran up his spine, because although this woman was beautiful, something... unwell swam behind her dark eyes. "You finally got a pet," The woman said. She took a few steps towards him, reaching out with lightning quick hands, her fingers dug into his chin.
He winced, but his body stilled. Not even daring to move. Her nails dug into his face and pinched his flesh. "He's a good-looking one, baby Bonnie." The woman's words dripped with a condescending ooze. "I'm afraid you won't have any idea what to do with him." Damon's mouth grew dry. "I can break him in for you."
"How about you let go of what's mine, Kathrine?" Bonnie said dryly. "You have your own pets to torment."
Kathrine slowly let go of his face, holding her hand up. "Sorry, baby cousin." The unsettling smirk on the woman's face tells how she was less then sorry. "Come on, Boy, you need a bath." Kathrine slid by them slowly, her pet followed, his head bowed.
"Oh, that girl..." Lucy mumbled after Katherine had vanished upstairs, looking a little uncertain. "I have things to do..." She walked around Bonnie and vanished down another hall.
Blood dripped from his chin, he lightly touched it and winced
"Stay away from her." Bonnie surprised him by saying. "She's off..." She was still staring upstairs. "I feel bad for him..." Him... he assumed she meant the boy. That confused him. Why would a woman feel bad for a man. "Come on," she waved him along, "let's do something about that."
He frowned, confused. But followed the girl into a large white and silver kitchen. A man stood over a pot and Alex could smell something unbelievably wonderful. His stomach growled and he tried not to drool.
"Hey Ray," she threw a greeting at the man.
"Dinner is almo - " The blonde man stopped short upon seeing the Damon with Bonnie. "Who's he?"
"Damon... His name is Damon, at least his papers say that. I haven't asked." She grabbed an apple and bites into it before opening one of the cabinets, grabbing items from inside. "Have a seat," the girl motioned towards a chair at a small wooden table. The boy sat down.
Bonnie took another bite of her apple, letting the objects fall onto the table. He watched her, his stomach growled. "You should stay still, don't even breath." She began by cleaning the wounds, then applying a type cream disinfected cream Ray made himself, which burned onto his chin. "Your face would probably fall off, there's no telling what Katherine does with her hands." Damon shifted uncomfortably, forcing himself not to look at her. She lightly scoffed. "Are you seriously not breathing?" She made him meet her gaze by tapping his cheek with a thin finger. "Breathe, Damon." She laughed a little, although she thought it was sort of sad, and shook her head. He began breathing again.
He openly stared at her before his gaze fell onto the man, Ray, who's full focus was on dinner.
"That woman, Allison," Damon flinched, "who was she?" The girl asked as she continues wiping at the boy's chin.
"My... my mistress..." He answered.
"Well yeah," she lightly shrugged "I mean... I saw your back when I was branding you... whipping is illegal."
His gaze found hers again. He frowned. "Yes, Mi'lady."
She noticeably shivered in disgust at the title. "You can call me anything but that..." The young woman made a face, a pout.
He frowned a little, confused. "I... What...I can call you, mistress..." Why was she like this?
She looked ill at the thought. "Uh...no, thank you. Bonnie is also out, my grandmother and her fellow geezers would burst veins and self-destruct." Ray laughed, but covered it up with a cough. Rila smirked, of course he was listening.
His frown deepened. "Madam...? My father use to call my mother such."
She made a face this one flickering between horror and disgust, obviously not happy about that either. "I guess... Mi'lady isn't the worst thing..." She lightly shrugged with a sigh, moving away from him, and grabbing another apple, handing it to him. "You like apples?"
He took it and blinked in surprise. "I dunno... I've never had one before." He frowned. Why was he talking so openly with this girl? He wasn't usually so careless. He could very easily say the wrong thing.
"Seriously?" She questioned, leaning against the counter across from him.
He nodded, staring at the apple. "I usually only ate Allison's leftovers, she wasn't very fond of apples."
"Well," she quickly said as if not wanting to talk about Allison and motioned to the fruit, "Take a bite."
He looked up at her before finally taking a bite of the apple. A smile tugged at his lips, a second later he takes another bite.
"It tastes good, wonderful" He lightly grinned, juice had ran down his chin as his eyes brightened happily, and suddenly he looked years younger.
Bonnie smiled in return, feeling as if this was her first time actually seeing Damon. The young woman guessed having Damon here wouldn't be to bad, besides, in a way she was helping him. It was obvious Allison hadn't been a very kind master.
(O)
"As my branded, you have to learn to protect me." The girl explained dully as if reading from an uninteresting script. Damon frowned. Protection?
"You're in danger?" He began to worry. Bonnie had been nothing but nice to him after branding him, she was different. He understood deep down that he was likely being tricked, how it was likely Bonnie simply was trying to get his guard lowered before implementing the hurt him.
"Well, being the heir of Bennett Brandings, yeah, there are a few people who want my head on a stick. Mostly, some Men Republic idiots. But worry not, I can take care of myself." She folded her arms over herself. "But it's mandatory, it's part of why my sister picked you, you look strong but agile. You'll train with Boy, my cousin's pet... he's nothing like her, so don't worry."
Alex frowned a little... a boy, named boy? Had his mother loved his so little that he wasn't given a name?
Bonnie raised an eyebrow at him. "His real name is Matt, my cousin just insists on everyone calling him boy." She sighed. He and Bonnie enter into a big open room with wooden floors and walls. "This is one of the training areas." She motioned around. "Not much to see... Oh, here," the girl hands him a brown hair-bow. "For your hair won't get in your face."
He took it and quickly combed his hair back into a loose tail. Matt entered a second later, wrapping tape around his hands, he looked worse then yesterday. A nasty bruise taints his left cheek and his wounds from before. Bonnie frowned, "Are you up for it?"
The young man shrugged. "I don't have a real choice." He took off his black hooded sweater, revealing a white, bloody sleeveless shirt and cut up arms. He lightly grinned at the tiny young woman, winking suggestively, much to Damon's horror, "what's life without a few moments of pain?"
The girl shook her head. "You make no sense."
"I try..." He lightly shrugged, his attention goes to Damon. "So, this is him?" He openly studied Damon. "Well, he's bigger, but he looks soft."
"Yeah, whatever..." Bonnie shrugged. "Just train him, don't hurt him."
Both boys looked at her. Damon looks nervous. Matt smirked. "I don't have to take orders from you, Bonnie."
She quietly sighed. "It's not an order, its a request. Your one of the best, but you take your frustration towards my cousin out on your students. I'll kick your ass myself if you hurt him."
He feigned being hurt. "Oh Bonnie... how you hurt me. I thought we were besties..."
Damon watched this exchange on edge, he had never seen a male talk like that to a female. He was waiting on the bruised boy to get a few more cuts to his collection. Should he be the one to do something? But that wouldn't happen.
"I am your friend." Bonnie said sincerely. "I just... you shouldn't let my cousin's sadistic tendencies rub off on you. I... I can talk with her again about how she treats you and her others... I -"
"Don't," the cut boy waves his hand. "She won't listen." He cracked his shoulder with a sickening loud pop. "Lets get this over with."
Bonnie turned her attention to Damon. "Come find after you are finished here, we have to work on duo combat. I'll likely be out back."
Damon pressed his hand into his side, forcing himself to speak. "D-Duo combat?"
Bonnie, who had been on her way out of the training room, turned back around. Damon stared at the ground, refusing to look up. "Hmm, yes," She had no other plans to 'tame' another male, Damon would be it for her, for as long as she could get away with. So he would be her combat partner. He had no real formal training, like those from MT, but the girl wasn't actually planning on getting into any battles. "I'll be out back, like I said."
(O)
Damon stepped out of the mansion's glass back-doors and out of the temperature controlled inside into the heavy, punishing summer time heat. He glanced up and squinted at the over-head sun. His back ached and his stomach was in pain. Matt had not gone easy on him. He licked at cut on his lip and winced. Swallowing the taste of blood, Damon stepped further out, allowing the glass doors to glide shut behind him.
There was a courtyard directly in front of him, with a dark brown, light brown circular pattern of stone. Four black iron benches sat around a six-feet tall fountain, which resembled a golden, horizontal question mark with wavy lines sticking out of the bottom portion, the Bennett crest. Teal water sprouted from the grand sculpture.
It truly was hot and he wished for a drink. A drip of sweat broke free from his hairline dripped down the corner of his face. He quickly ran the back of his hand over his face and directed his gaze away from the beautiful courtyard and quickly glanced around hoping to find his lady quickly.
He could see a few yards from the courtyard was a white-fence and a barn and inside were a few men tending to horses, while others worked on the flowerbeds randomly placed. He could hear the low hum of a grass maintainer, someplace out of sight.
He wasn't very sure what to do. His lady had said she would be out back, but the tiny woman was not in sight.
"Can I help you with something, brother?"
A man about his age with brown hair and light hazel eyes approached him with a nasty limp, on his hips were two identical curly haired toddlers, both boys. He was dressed in a plain button up gray shirt and black pants. The man came to a stop in front of him, attempting to extract the children from him but only one let go of his neck and hopped onto the ground.
The man studied him after he had stood up straight again and rearranged his weight onto the leg Damon assumed was his good one. The man's hazel eyes studied him, almost as if assessing if he were a threat, before his sharp gaze came to a stop at his neck.
"I've never seen you around here before."
Damon fidgeted. "I'm looking for... Milady Bonnie Bennett." He winced mentally at how squeaky his own voice had sounded. He truly did wish he was braver.
Realization quickly dawned on the man's face. "Ah, your Bonie's." A small smile appeared on his face. "I heard about that..." Damon didn't think a response was necessary. "She's in the BSA shed. If she isn't in her bedroom with her nose in a book about BSAs... she's in the BSA shed." He told him voice filled with fondness.
"BSA shed... right..." Damon looked around, having no idea how to find said shed.
"I'll show you." He took hold of the little boy who was not in his arms hand and began walking not waiting for Damon's answer. Damon quickly followed. "All of us men have heard a lot about you... Damon right?" Damon who had been shuffling behind him looked up in surprise and away from the thin path. The man laughed at his expression. "Well, Bonnie's first ever male would interest anyone. That girl... she's different. You're lucky."
Damon frowned at the man. "You are..."
"Oh, my name is Stefan," he quickly introduced, "Katherine's first." He added lowly. "Oh, these two are my son's, Theo and Axe." He also added a second after, his voice filled with clear pride.
Instantly Damon thought of the woman with the unwell eyes and Boy's bloody arms. He bit his lip. His gaze lifted, only for him to meet a pair of familiar, but much softer blue eyes. The toddler in Stefan''s arms watched him from over his father's shoulders.
"So the children are..." He blurted in surprise, unable to stop himself. The thought of that woman having children... no, plenty of women like Katherine had children, but Katherine was still pretty young. The children were at least three years old.
"Milady Katherine is all about experiences," Stefan spoke quietly, voice flat, as if reading his mind, "she got the experience of an sexual act and pregnancy out of it. I see you have already met her."
"Ah... yes..." Damon said bringing himself out of his shock.
Soon the path splintered off, one way heading sharply down hill, while the other lead straight to a large metal warehouse with a golden roof and black walls. It was sitting on the edge of a tree line.
"Go on in, she's in there." The man said. "I have to go feed my children now, I hope to see you around Damon."
"Uh... you two," Damon quickly said. With a wave from the bolder little boy who was walking on his own, the father and sons started walking away.
Damon watched until all of them were out of sight, unwanted memories of his own father carrying him around his mother's family compound. He could barely remember his mother's face, the woman deemed him a waste because of his gender and was never around, leaving him in the care of his father who would always carry him around on his back, although his shoulder had been wounded in war.
Something about Stefan reminded him of his father.
Once the family was gone, Damon turned and faced his new destination. Not want to keep Bonnie waiting any longer, he quickly made his way forward, washing away any distance between himself and the warehouse. He halted outside a small metal door, which was beside a pair of large metal doors and lightly brought his balled hand against the warm metal quickly.
He waited. After two minutes he tried again. He waited. He tried a third, but only received nothing in response. He clasped his hands behind his back and stared at the closed door. Maybe his lady couldn't hear him.
Damon pondered on what to do. Standing outside the warehouse all day instead of going in could be a problem if Bonnie was waiting on him. Going inside and interrupting something could be equally as worse. It wasn't a bedroom, nor a closed-door inside of the home... would it be alright to simply enter?
Damon shifted on his feet, his hands falling to his sides. After another minute he finally brought his hand up and rested it handle. With a breath he gently pushed open the door a little and peered into warehouse. His mouth fell open and he found himself stepping into the warehouse without thinking.
The ceiling was decorated with BSAs of a multitude of colors and sizes. He couldn't even count them all. He walked forward until he was stopped by a iron railing, his hands wrapped around it and he leaned forward, staring up at the hundreds of BSAs.
"Oh, Damon, hey,"
Damon flinched violently and quickly snapped his gaze away from the BSAs over head and settled it on Bonnie below him, standing in the very center of the warehouse. The tiny young woman was standing next to a slightly larger gold and green BSA, a dripping wet orange cloth in her hands, a bucket at her feet. His lady was dressed in a pair of loose fitting black pants and a black shirt without any sleeves, leaving her brown arms bare.
"I forgot I was suppose to meet you, sorry, but come on down." Her voice echoed in the grandness of the warehouse.
He hesitated on for a moment before turning to the iron stairs a few steps away and began to descend. His boots scoffed along the concrete floor as he made his way over, unable to keep his gaze from lifting again to the BSAs hanging above him. His heart thudded against his ribs.
"I told Jo not to touch my baby with her clumsy, greasy, oil covered fingers," she whined scrubbing the arm of the BSA with the cloth, " she never listens. I'm gonna...Uh... you alright?" The female asked him as he came to a stop next to her, a balled hand resting against as she looked at him sideways. His mouth was open and his face was pink. Damon stared at her BSA with wide eyes. Bonnie turned her full attention onto him, green eyes scanned his face.
His look was unguarded, unlike his usual practiced submissive type expressions – lowered gaze, thin mouth. He looked years younger. Damon looked like a person in that moment and not an object.
"I...I've never been so close to one..." He trailed realizing she was watching him. His back went completely rigid and alarm twisted his features almost comically. "I mean... I mean... when I was a boy I dreamed of commanding one of these... Milady" He frowned and looked down quickly. "I-"
"Well, you're in luck," Bonnie interrupted him and watched for his reaction, she was hoping for a good one. "You get one of your very own."
He blinked and pulled his gaze away from her BSA. His blue eyes darkened. Bonnie waited with baited breath. "Huh?"
She had honestly expected more, but he had spoken to her without tacking on 'Milady' at the end. So, it was something. Bonnie grinned anyway.
"Yup, as my partner you get your own BSA." Allowing the wet cloth to fall into the bucket, a splash of soapy water hit his pants legs. Bonnie wiped her hands on her pants a couple of times before yanking a thin, clear Lit-tab out of her back pocket. He watched as she tapped away at the computer before victoriously pressing a button. "Here you go..."
A low hum vibrated inside of the warehouse above his head. He looked up and watched silently as a solid black BSA descended from the ceiling. It was a swift climb down and soon the new BSA was standing next to Bonnie's.
Bonnie patted her hand against the BSA's shoulder blades after the metal hooks which had lowered it onto the ground, unhooked from under its arms and ascended back up into the ceiling.
Damon stared at the weapon slow to wrap his head around what was being said. He glanced at his lady again, trying to see if this were a cruel joke he would beat himself up for believing later. Bonnie's only facial expression was a tiny smile. He could find no hidden agenda in her expression, nothing to suggest a jest. His lady was being truthful.
Damon didn't even notice when his lips pulled upwards into a wide, unguarded smile. He took a step forward. A slither of excitement coursed inside of him, something he hadn't felt in years.
"I'll have to ask Jo to do size adjustments, but if I nag her enough she'll be able to finish them by next week." He blinked and looked at his lady. She watched him still, smile wide. "Now commanding one of these things isn't as simple as it appears. It takes a lot of work and muscle, balance, and strength building. Are you up for it, Damon?"
Damon didn't hesitate. "Yes, Milady."
(O)
For what felt like the thousandth time, he found himself on the ground. His back screamed in pain. He looked up at the unhappy Boy over him.
"How are you going to protect her like that? Come on toughen up."
Damon pulled himself to his feet and falls back into fighting stance he had learned. He was no good, awkward limbs and fucked nerves. No good. Boy was sure to remind him.
Without warning, his new teacher came at him again throwing a kick at his head, he blocked it, but wasn't lucky enough to avoid Boy's fist which smashed into his face. Once again Damon found himself on the ground.
"Nice try..." Boy snorted.
Damon huffed in frustration, getting to his feet again. He froze upon seeing Katherine enter. Boy noticed as well and backs away, and bowed his head.
"How is it going?" She asked, in a way that honestly did not feel like a question. Damon's unsure how to feel about Katherine Bennett. Bonnie had summed her up well. Off... something was off with this woman, not even in the way Allison was off, much, much worse.
"Well..." Boy answered, voice tight. The lightness once in his voice not even five minutes before gone now. "It is going well."
Damon looked down and panted quietly as the woman approached him, barely sparing her own pet a glance. He wanted away from this woman but that would surely get him into trouble. "Hello, Damon."
"Hello..." He quietly greeted, she continued forward, her movements predatory.
Her hands raised to touch him. "Mi'lady." Boy speaking hardly halted her as her hand lands on Damon's face anyway. His mouth dried.
"Hmmm...?" She half turns to look at him. "What is it?"
"I... think Bonnie is waiting on him for lunch." Damon shot Boy a thankful glance. But the woman's face completely darkens, pretty features now twisted.
"I don't care." Her hands left his face and she turns to Boy. " I see what you are trying to do, Boy, and you'll pay for it later." Said boy paled, lips parting but then slammed shut.
"I really do have to go." Damon spoke up, voice even, somehow finding his voice. "He wasn't trying anything. I do have to go."
Katherine huffed lightly. "You two became fast friends..."
"Damon, I've been waiting fifteen minutes for you." Bonnie's voice greeted them a second before the younger woman appeared. "Oh..." She frowned upon seeing Katherine. "Are you keeping my pet from me, Katherine?"
Katherine crossed his arms. "My mistake, I wasn't aware." The older Bennett, tugs her fingers quickly through her hair. Annoyed. "I'll see you tonight, baby cousin." Katherine left.
Five minutes go by before the three teens take a collective breath.
"That was close..." The girl sighed, looking troubled. Katherine was getting worse.
"I'm still in deep shit, now she has an hurt ego." Boy quietly said, shaking his head. He closed his lids for a few seconds before opening them with a sigh.
Bonnie shook her head. "I think you're alright for a while, our grandmother has arrived." Not actually sounding happy about her news.
"For your birthday?" Boy questioned less nervous now, but obviously still nervous.
Bonnie nodded.