She was older, hot, and she could do things with her tongue Damon didn't know was humanly possible. It was safe to say Damon Salvatore was completely smitten with the mysterious Katherine. They had spent a lot of time together the last couple of days after their first meeting. It was mostly him spending a lot of time in her hotel room or her doing her thing at the Grill. He still hadn't figured out what that was all about and his reckless nature wouldn't allow him to care enough to comment. She got him free booze and food, that was what mattered.
Bonnie had finally brow beaten him down into coming to school on that Friday, which unfortunately pulled him away from Katherine's bed and her amazing lips.
"Who are you texting?" Bonnie questioned as she leaned over to peer down at the phone in his lap from her place on the other side of the lab table. He turned his phone away and clicked his tongue at her.
"Don't be so nosey, Bons." He chided. Bonnie raised and eyebrow at him.
"Just curious," she said as she glanced at the teacher at the front of the room and made a show of adding water into the beaker of salt. "I mean, you usually only call and text me."
Damon made a mock wounded expression. "Make me sound more pathetic, Bon."
Bonnie ignored his dramatics. "If you finally got a girl friend or something I assumed you would tell me. I told you first when I started dating Joe. I mean this has to be someone special for you to be texting her so much and you haven't shown up to my house in the middle of the night in days."
Damon rolled his eyes. "Are you trying to guilt me or do you miss me sleeping on your floor at the foot of your bed like some pet?" Bonnie blinked at hearing the well-hidden, but still very much there bitterness in Damon's voice. She wasn't sure what to say. Damon sighed and pushed his phone into his pocket. "No, I don't have a girl friend, Bonnie." He shrugged not meeting her gaze. "She's just someone I met at the Grill."
Bonnie bit her lip, "who is she?" She asked after a moment of hesitation, obviously not sure how to handle his sudden agitated state. "Does she go here?"
He didn't want to tell her that Katherine was an older woman and risk the wrath of her judgment. He also knew she wouldn't approve and hand him a well made list while being around Katherine was a bad idea. He didn't want to hear that.
"No," he answered simply, offering nothing else. He grabbed the stack of papers and began writing what he saw happening in the beakers.
"Can you tell me her name?" Bonnie pushed.
"Katherine," he gave her a little in hopes of curbing her curiosity. "Now stop asking, its not anything serious and we're mostly just friends."
Bonnie stared a hole into the side of his face. "You don't have friends, Damon."
He shot her an annoyed look. "I have you."
"Except for me," she corrected herself.
He shot her a smirk he didn't really feel, not at all liking how the conversation was going. "There's enough of me to go around, don't worry you're pretty little head."
She huffed in annoyance, but at the very least she stopped pushing him on the subject.
(BS)
Damon was acting strange.
That wasn't really honest though, Bonnie knew, he was acting like himself when she saw him, but that was the point, she rarely saw him. His promise to come to school more went out the window and it had been a month since she had actually saw him in the halls of Mystic Falls High. He no longer called her in the middle of the night, he barely called or texted her anymore at all.
At first she was angry, he obviously wasn't being a very good friend. Not when her grandmother had passed out on the living room floor and she had needed someone to help her carry her to her bedroom, only for Damon not to answer his phone. Damon was the only one of her friends that knew about her grandmother's alcoholism, he was the only one she could call. So she was forced to leave the woman out cold on the floor, which caused the old woman to wake up in a bad mood which resulted in Bonnie having to listen to her lectures from how to properly clean the bathroom to how kids these days all dressed liked sluts. Oh, and Bonnie couldn't forget to mention the rants about witches. Oh and the spam sandwiches she was forced to eat for two days straight because of her grandmother's unwillingness to hand over cash or go grocery shopping.
But then her anger turned into worry when she finally caught sight of Damon's Katherine. She was what she expected and also not what she expected all at once. She was pretty like all of the girls Damon seemed to attract until his personality shown through and drove them away, Bonnie had expected pretty. She was dressed in tight jeans, low cut red shirt, and heels Grams would beat her with if Bonnie was ever caught wearing, Bonnie expected the sexy clothes even. But Bonnie did not expect the age difference, though Katherine didn't seem terribly older then them, the fact that she was sitting at the bar and knocking back drinks suggested she was at the very least old enough to drink, that worried Bonnie, mostly because Damon was being handed drinks and he was knocking them back as quickly as Katherine. And what really made Bonnie worry was the feeling she got from Katherine, something about the woman just felt off and very wrong. Caroline said she was just jealous that Katherine had stolen her best friend from her, but Bonnie refused to believe that though she had no bases for her bad feeling when it came to the woman.
Damon had been drunk of his sunk that night and sloppily introduced them, hugging her and the older woman calling them his two favorite girls. Katherine had simply smiled thinly at her while Bonnie couldn't find it in her to offer her own.
That had been over two weeks ago and after not seeing Damon in all of that time is what drove her to the Grill with Matt and Caroline even though she had a big Math test to study for.
"She diffidently came here to see if the reject and his mistress were hear." Caroline said dryly, shooting Matt a knowing look. "I told you there had to be a reason we were able to get miss study pants out on a week night."
Bonnie pulled her gaze from the bar, which was packed, but missing either of the two people she was looking for. She frowned at her blonde friends across from her. "I'm just worried." She defended herself.
"Damon's a big boy, Bonnie." Caroline reminded her. Bonnie wasn't so sure, Damon was a lot softer then they knew. "If he wants to have an affair with that woman let him. I mean, how long could it really last. I'm sure you'll have you're 'best friend' back soon." she air quoted the words 'best friend' and Bonnie decided to ignore that.
"I'm sure he's fine, Bonnie." Matt offered more helpfully. "Damon's just being Damon, having fun without consideration of the consequences."
Bonnie chewed on her bottom lip. "I just don't trust that woman."
"I get where you're coming from, Bons." Caroline agreed. "What type of grown woman wants a seventeen year old kid with no prospects whatsoever? Her intentions are without a doubt not pure." Bonnie frowned. Was that suppose to make her feel better? "But neither are Damon's," she added with a shrug.
"But what if he actually falls for her?" She questioned, to herself mostly.
"What would that have to do with you, Bonnie?" Caroline asked with raised eyebrow and a small smile.
Bonnie knew exactly what her smile was implying and rolled her eyes in dismissively. "He's my friend and I don't want him to get hurt."
"Look, Bonnie, what can you do about it either way? You can't make him stop seeing her or stop him form developing feeling for her. Now, can we please stop talking about Salvatore?" Caroline said.
Bonnie knew Caroline was right and she hated it.
(BS)
It was well into midnight and Bonnie wasn't asleep and instead was bent over her math book with a strained expression on her face as she tried to focus on the numbers in front of her and stop them from blurring together.
She sighed in frustration as her gaze darted up to her ceiling from where she sat on her bed. She groaned. She couldn't afford to fell another test.
Her gaze dropped down to the book next to her math book. It was a book with a leather cover and wrinkly pages, while dust still caked it in certain places. Her grandmother had given it to her earlier that day in the middle of one of her rants and had called it a spell book, she had actually used another word but Bonnie only remembered that it was supposedly a books of spells. She was horrified that her grandmother was so insane that she actually kept a book of 'spells'.
She shuddered. Her grandmother actually believed she was witch. This was her legal guardian, this crazy ass drunk woman.
Bonnie was sure she was set up to fail at that moment.
She reached for the book and picked it up and sat it in her lap. She didn't really want to dive deeper into her grandmother's delusions, but she needed a distraction from math and her ever presence worry for Damon.
She flipped through a couple of pages, slightly surprised to see her grandmother knew Latin but not at all surprised to see all of the nonsensical rattling going on. She sighed and worried if she would inherit the crazy gene.
She was just about to flip to another page when her cell phone vibrated against her thigh. She quickly picked it up, knowing it could only be one person.
"Damon," she greeted with more eagerness then she meant to. She was met with heavy breathing on the other end of the line. She frowned deeply. "Damon?" She questioned in alarm. A second later he said something, voice strained and wobbly. He said what he always did and hung up.
Bonnie slowly pulled her phone away from her ear and stared down at it for a couple of seconds. Her skin tingled and she knew something was wrong, but she slid off her bed, grabbed her sweater off her closet doorknob and exited her bed room.
She moved downstairs of her darkened home, heart beat drowning out all other sounds. She made it to her backdoor quicker then she had actually wanted and slid on a pair of her Gram's garden boots and opened the door. She didn't exit her house and instead peered out into the darkness.
It was almost as if he appeared out of nowhere, one second he wasn't there the next he was. He stayed in the shadows off the porch though, hidden just outside the light's reach, his body trembling.
"Bonnie," he croaked.
"Damon," she responded heart jumping into her throat for some reason.
"I need you," he groaned, "come outside."
"What's wrong?" She felt tears prick at her eyes. "Are you alright?"
"Come out, please," he begged.
She had so many questions she wanted to ask him. What was wrong? Why was he hiding in the dark? Why was she suddenly so uneasy? Instead, she pushed it all back because he said he needed her and he sounded like he really did.
So Bonnie took the two steps needed to be completely out of the safety of her home. She had no reason to feel uneasy around Damon anyway, right?
It happened to quickly for her to truly comprehend what was happened. It was pain in her back first as she was slammed up against the siding of her Gram's house and pain in her neck second when Damon slammed his teeth into her neck.
She cried out in fear, pain, horror, and shock. Her hands flew up to grip Damon's shoulders weakly as she tried to push him away. It hurt so bad she saw black spots dancing around her eyes.
Then the pain stopped or rather it got a little less as Damon let go of her and he crumbled to the ground holding his head.
"Stop," he cried out brokenly and in pain.
Bonnie slid to the ground in shock, her hand flying up to her bleeding neck as her Gram's stumbled out of the backdoor. She stared daggers at Damon. Bonnie was staring at him to, his face was his anymore. It was marred by dark, tainted veins and his eyes were bloody red. With her blood around his mouth he looked like a monster.
"What type of trouble have you gotten into this time, boy?"
Something about her grandmother's words must have snapped something back into him because the veins faded and his blue eyes returned. He still looked in pain, but his gaze feel on Bonnie and his pain expression seemed to intensify.
"Get on, get out of here, vampire. Why would you come here in attack the one person who has always been by your side? Don't come around here anymore or I'm going to give you much more then a headache."
Damon's hands feel away from his head like lead bricks, his eyes still locked on the bleeding trembling Bonnie. "I," he began, eyes watering he turned around going to flee, "I'm sorry."