Hades

By: Tracy Cook

Disclaimer: I do not own anything; these characters belong to the creators of The Vampire Diaries.

Pairing: Bonnie/Damon

Rating: M

Chapter Two

Damon crossed his hands and rested his chin against the tips of his fingers as he awaited the arrival of the mortal. It had been nearly one hundred years since a mortal had attempted to infiltrate his realm. The rules that he had enforced had done their job in scaring them away. So, he had truthfully forgotten what the humans were like, aside from the humans who were sent to the underworld to be punished for their wrongdoings.

The last human that he had trusted to wander between his realm and the mortal realm freely had been Katherine. She had destroyed that luxury for all of mankind with her deception.

His deep blue eyes focused on the large doors in his throne room as they opened and one of his guards walked inside. He held out his hand in the direction of the door and announced, "Your guest arrives."

Her beauty nearly took his breath away.

He had forgotten what people looked like when they had skin upon their bones. And lovely caramel skin she did have. It looked soft to the touch and caused her green eyes to vibrantly stand out. She had long flowing dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders, and a petite feminine build. She was absolutely stunning.

His attraction toward her only made him all the more bitter and his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.

"What is it that you want? I don't have time to waste on pathetic humans." Damon stated with a wave of his hand and a waggle of his brow. He watched intensely as the young woman jumped and cowered in his presence. The sight made him want to care, want to feel some sort of compassion, but he wouldn't allow himself.

He would never fall for another human girl who would merely take advantage of his love.

Bonnie could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she took a step toward him and placed the bag in front of his throne. She caught his charming blue eyes with her own and feigned confidence. She was terrified.

"I'm Bonnie Bennett and I brought you an offering. I wish to make a deal with you." She lifted her chin proudly.

Damon lifted his hand and signaled to the guards to open the bag. They immediately did as they were told and rushed to open it. Bonnie watched as he eyed the offering and her body tensed. He did not seem to be pleased with what she had brought him, or perhaps he just was never pleased with anything.

He was pleased though. The young woman had brought him a sheep to slaughter, it was his favorite sacrifice.

'I might be able to help her out…'

"You never answered my question. What do you want from me?"

"Well, I have reason to believe that my husband Jeremy Gilbert was killed by a guard in the city streets and so I thought that maybe I could—"

"—find him here and I would resurrect him so that the two of you can live happily ever after?" He sang the last words sarcastically, his lips twisting up into a maniacal half grin.

Bonnie could tell that everything was going downhill from there. Damon was not going to listen to reason and he was not going to grant her wish. She would be lucky if he let her leave the underworld at all.

"Yes. He was the last thing that I had and I just—" Her voice caught in her throat as tears threatened to escape her eyes. When she thought about losing Jeremy it made her entire body ache in ways she never thought possible. "I—I just need him back. I can't live without him."

"No can do." Damon said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Bonnie's heart shattered. She felt like she was suffocating. Quickly she took a few steps toward him, moving around the guards as they tried to stop her. "You have to bring him back! I need him! Damon, please! I need him!"

He hesitated.

He wanted to help her. He wanted to return the happiness to the beautiful woman standing before him. She deserved the chance to smile again, to feel like she wasn't alone in the world. He knew too well how being alone could destroy a soul. He had been alone for all of eternity. These thoughts and emotions only angered him more.

"If you continue to insist I will have no choice but to kill you. These are the rules of my land. Bringing someone back from the dead has its consequences and it upsets the balance of nature, I can't do it."

"Please, Damon? I need him back…" Her voice was weak and empty. Bonnie knew that she should stop begging, that he had said that he would kill her. But, she did not care. What was the point of living if she had to live her life completely alone? If everyone that she ever cared about died?

"I can't help you."

He sounded so nonchalant that it infuriated her. How could someone be so heartless and evil? "You can help me! You just refuse to do so!" She screamed at him and started toward him.

This time Damon lifted his hand and signaled for the guards to take her. They grabbed ahold of her arms tightly and started to drag her out of the room. She lashed around and tried to get out of their grip, but she could not escape, and finally she gave in and allowed them to drag her away.

'I did not want to do this Bonnie Bennett… But you left me no choice…'

Damon hated seeing the young woman in pain, but he had to follow through with the laws that he set in his realm. If he did not execute her soon then humans would start to pester him again with their petty problems. They would notice that he had a weakness for human pain. He could not let that happen.

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Bonnie wrapped her arms around her knees and dragged them close to her chest. Whoever came up with the idea that Hell was a hot place had been gravely mistaken. She was freezing. Not that it mattered. She was certain that freezing to death would be a far less painful way to die then whatever Damon had in mind for her. She was to be executed as soon as possible.

She had come to ask him for a favor and she was being condemned to death for it.

There was no man more evil in her eyes then the God of the underworld.

Suddenly, she heard the door open to the cellar and her head snapped up in the direction of the noise. Standing in the doorway was none other than Damon himself. He was wearing a deceptive sympathetic look on his face and he was holding a tray of food. She knew that it was too good to be true though. Bonnie had heard the rumors. She knew that if she ate the food she would forever be his prisoner.

He did not care for her safety at all.

"I thought you might be hungry." Damon said with a grin as he took a seat on the ground, pushing the tray through the slot and staring through the bars at her.

Bonnie stubbornly glared at him, not moving to eat the food.

"I've heard the rumors. I know that if I eat that I will be your prisoner."

"Aren't you already my prisoner?" He teased playfully with a grin. Her stomach twisted with disgust at how gleeful that made him. Bonnie glanced away and Damon let out a loud sigh. "Oh, come on, Bonnie! Just eat. You are already being executed soon there is no need for you to starve on top of it!"

"I would rather starve to death then eat food offered by someone as evil as you." She stated through clenched teeth. Her muscles were tense and her heart was racing.

Bonnie hated him.

"I am not evil." Damon responded softly. Green eyes glanced toward him and caught blue.

She wondered how he could sound so sincere when he told her that he was not evil. How he could smile so softly and his eyes brightened. It was obvious that he was a man who had killed countless individuals and tortured the dead for all of his life, and yet he claimed to not be evil? The worst part was she almost believed him. But, she didn't dare.

"You are evil."

Damon squinted his eyes at her and chewed on his cheeks before standing to his feet and turning away from her. He hated that it hurt him so much knowing that a complete stranger thought so little of him. Why should he care at all what Bonnie Bennett thought of him?

"I recommend you eat." He said with genuine concern on his tongue and then he walked out of the cellar.

Bonnie chewed on her bottom lip and cast her eyes down at the food. It looked delicious. It was not table scraps, it was a well-cooked meal. She wondered momentarily if he had cooked it for her, but then she pushed the thought from her mind. There was no way that he cooked the meal for her.

Why would he?

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Authors Note:

I know that this chapter is much shorter than the last, but I hope that y'all still like it and leave me some reviews! I would love to hear from you guys! What are you thinking about this fic? What do y'all wanna see happen? What other characters would you like to make an appearance? Should I continue? :)

Thank you all for all of the support and I hope that you enjoyed this chapter!

Love you all!

-Tracy Cook