Summary: After Elena, Matt and Damon returned from their trip to find Stefan to Fell's Church, there was only one thing left to do: Bonnie, Matt and Meredith were off to college; Damon had disappeared when Elena finally chose Stefan over him. Now just as Bonnie is about to graduate from UCLA, she, and everybody else, got the invitation for Stefan and Elena's wedding in Florence along with a plain ticket for 5 months from now. What happens when she meets someone unexpectedly? Warning: lemons!
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While the bedroom was empty and silently calm as Bonnie slept, that wasn't the case from her point of view. She might have been sleeping, but the things she was feeling were real, they seemed real, they sounded real, smelled real... and felt real "SHIT!" she screamed as her eyes opened in shock and she gazed around the room to make sure things were 'normal' - thank god! It was just a stupid dream- she sighed in relief. She hadn't seen him in along time, not even in a dream like this, and that's why she was sure it was a dream, she would never ever behave like that and neither would he... besides she didn't even remember last night, all she knew was her body was aching, from every where and her head was almost exploding, that's way she hated drinking; that and the fact it always ended with unwanted dreams. She started to rose from the Queen sized bed, but was stopped when she noticed a red note on her night stand, with big handwritten words in it.
Mia piccola fiamma,
Now that you have your Powers back, you can take care of yourself without calling me.
PS- Thanks for the 'meal'.
Damon Salvatore
"It wasn't a dream" she whispered to herself, it was all coming back to her, with a motion her hand touched her sore and still wet neck, making her notice the big red stain on both her pillows.
Last night
"Long time no see, Red"
Normal Bonnie would not have reacted lightly at the sight of the long missing Damon Salvatore, she probably would've tried to get out of there as soon as she could before ending as the meal, or as the cure to a fever blister; if there was something she knew was that you would never need saving from Damon unless he himself was causing the problems too. But tonight Bonnie was everything but normal, she was drunken, funny, nasty Bonnie, she completely shifted once she drank; she was trying to keep her composure and not fall flat on her face from the dizziness the vodka was making her feel, but seeing him right now, wasn't seeing Damon the vampire, was like seeing Damon the very hot man he was. "Hey" she felt her heart start beating again and jumped on his arms; who knew drinking could make Bonnie totally black out and become Skankie McCullough, like Misha liked to call her.
This was not the reaction Damon was expecting to get, but hell, she wasn't really what he expected to see either, she had gone from a damsel in distress to a fiery bombshell over night. And her blood stink of alcohol, not that that made any difference, blood was blood; very much confused and amused by her struggled to keep from falling, he grabbed her shoulders and smirked "I was expecting more of a 'what the hell are you doing here Damon?" he tried to imitate her voice when she used to say this to him, 4 years ago; he got a giggle in response and rolled his eyes. -You're drunk as hell!- his hands traveled from her shoulders to her elbows as she giggled like there was no tomorrow as he almost dragged her outside.
"Okay" she let out a last laugh, and looked into his very serious and seductive eyes "What the hell are you doing here Damon?" she was trying her best not to laugh and grabbing into his arms, so she was able to stand, the laboutins were killing her. Grinning and waiting for his answer, but not really, she shook her red hair so it was falling from the sides only to her back.
"I'm glad you asked, drunk Bonnie" he pushed her to the darkest angle of the empty alley "I'm here to save your life. Again" he emphasized the end sarcastically. It had been a while since he had done the saving thing, he didn't care about humans, not if they lived or if they died, he kept telling himself. But it always seemed like he was in the right place at the right time when it came to Bonnie, like just four years ago, when she called for him because the car was being attacked by those awful living trees, the truth was he was just sitting in that tree, even before she called him. And the same happened now, he just happened to be in LA for spring break and he could hear her clearly.
"Oh yeah? Save me from what? I don't need saving Damon... I need other things" she winked, and sighed loudly. "Are we done with the talking?" she asked, but before he had time to answer her he dropped her on the floor and she passed out.
"Hello Salvatore" a voice came from behind Damon, making him hiss in response and his eyes turn completely red where it was supposed to be white. "Oooh, scary" they man laughed. Although Bonnie was passed out, she was seeing everything, she didn't knew how, but her body was not reacting too; but one thing she was sure, this was the same man from this morning, the blondish one from an agency, now she knew why she recognized that look, he was one of them.
"What are you doing here Anton? Aren't you supposed to be feeding off of girls with daddy issues?" Damon mocked him through his fangs, they were shining from his mouth, pointy and destructive. The man's eyes turned red as well, and he growled showing off his less sharp fangs.
"I came here for the girl. The redhead, give her to me" he pointed to Bonnie and tried to take a step forward but Damon intercepted him quickly, smirking.
"You always did like sloppy seconds, didn't you German scum! Too bad she's with me" Damon laughed and tilted his head back slightly to snap his neck, he knew exactly where this was going, Anton wasn't one to quit until someone painfully stopped him, and hopefully this time it would be for good; las time they had fought, was about 500 years ago, and it had been for Katherine, turns out when she came to Italy she left a German boyfriend behind and seemed to have forgotten she had turned him too, Damon reminded himself, too bad he came late to reclaim her and she had already 'died' and turned two other teenagers into bloodsucking monsters.
"Argh" he screamed and jumped on top of Damon, biting his shoulder and making Damon even more pissed, good thing Spring break meant easy buffet for him, this way he was sure he'd beat this German asshole down once and for all. Damon grabbed his head back and went right for the throat, until Anton fell on his knees, this time Damon took advantage of the fact that he was down and with one movement took out a piece of wood and put it right through Anton's heart. "I.... I..." he tried to talk, but it was too late.
"You're dead" Damon smirked and got up, getting the dust out of his leather jacket. He had almost forgotten about Bonnie when he heard her moan, she must've taken quite a fall, he remembered and approached her. Bonnie opened one eye, but everything was fuzzy, and she couldn't remember anything she supposedly saw seconds ago, when she wasn't 'in' herself, but she was still hell drunk. "Let's take you home Cara".
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Only a few minutes later he reached her apartment door and carrying her on his back shook her a bit and asked her where the keys were, she gave them to him and he opened the door. "Ask me to go in" he told her, but she seemed to have fallen asleep. "Bonnie, ask me!" this time he demanded.
"Go in..." she whispered. He walked through the door, and went to find her bedroom; this was what he hated about humans, they always seemed to need baby sitting, especially when they were called Bonnie. He layed her on the big pink and black bed, and sighed looking at her, remembering what she had been wearing the whole time, a very revealing black dress, that made her every curve look perfect, if she was any other girl he would've taken advantage of her anytime, but he had once promised Elena he wouldn't hurt her friends, or would try not to, he grinned at 'try'. But he knew he had to go, so he took his arms from hers and started to walk out of the room, leaving Bonnie to her long night of sleep and hangover. "Hey" her voice was heard, hard and rusty from the booze. He turned back and frowned his eyebrows: Bonnie had gotten up and slid the dress off of her, standing in her pink lingerie. "Don't go".
His pupils had dilated at the sight of her, and a smirk appeared on his face. Sure he had promised Elena, but Bonnie was the one asking, he was only being polite like the Italian man he was. "You're drunk" he stated, and she smiled.
"That's why I'm asking you to stay" she bit her bottom lip and called him with her finger, making her hand move to her shoulder and push one of the straps of her bra down. "Please" she teased him. "You know you want to".
"You don't know what you're saying" he continued to smirk, and turned back against his own will, but in a blink of an eye she was standing in front of him, taking off his leather jacket and going for his black shirt.
"I can make it good for you too... I know how" she undone his shirt and went for his pants before his hand stopped hers, making her cuss to herself.
"I don't think so" he lied, he could feel it in her, she did know how to make it good, but he had to go, the girl was out of her mind.
"Just try me" she ran her hands through his bare chest, feeling his cold rock hard abs, making her shiver; and again went for the pants, this time without an interruption, she had won, he was hers for the time being, and she was going to let him rock her world like she needed it to be rocked. As a young girl in Fell's Chuch she had always imagined what it was like to do it with Damon or even with Stefan, and she bet it was good or maybe just different. She started lowering his pants, and just like she predicted, he wasn't one to wear underwear. "Commando, huh?" she tease him and he growled, grabbing her and throwing her into the bed, desire pouring out of his black eyes.
"How about I take it from here now?" his voice was sexy and rough, and Bonnie nodded in response, feeling his fingers travel from her collarbone to the the inside of her panties, making every fiber of her body shiver at his touch. She was hot, and he knew there was nothing stopping him from entering her any minute. "Ask for it" he whispered in her ear, as his finger teased her sensitive area and his tongue licked her delicate neck.
"I need you Damon" she moaned "Shit, I want you" she couldn't stop the shivering, and she was beginning to feel impatient, she had had enough of the teasing by the dance floor, she wanted him inside her now, before she was sober and regretting this. He spread her legs, and started to enter her as she dug her nails on his back and moaned. "Ahhh" she moved her hips at his rhythm so he'd go further, and he rolled his eyes in pleasure. "Bite me" she asked as she reached her first orgasm, this time he didn't need to be told twice, his fangs were already out, as he licked her neck before, and all he needed now was the perfect spot, right near her greenest vein "Yes!" she screamed as his fangs pierced through her skin and blood started to poor out into his mouth, as he pumped into her faster and faster.
"Fuck!" he took his mouth from her neck and relaxed as he came into her, at the same time she climaxed for the third time. But as he knew it would happen Bonnie passed out instantly from the blood he had taken from her, sometimes that kind of pleasure did that to first timers in the whole Vampire Sex thing; he smirked to himself and collecting his belongings he made his way back to his little motel, sunrise was coming and he needed his ring in order to leave for his next adventure. -You were one heck of a surprise songbird-.
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