Author's Note:
Thanks for the reviews guys, FANFICGURL: I'm not sure how you post a challenge on here but there is a Damon/Bonnie livejournal which you may be able to post the challenge on.
History Repeating just screened over here last night and it was pretty good, except for the Damon trying to kill Bonnie thing, can't wait for next week.
CHAPTER TWO.
"Let's not worry about that for now. I am much more interested in you at the moment." A shiver ran up her spine. This was not good he knew something she could sense it. He moved in front of her a hand on either side of her pressing on the car, blocking her escape.
"I'm not that interesting."
"Oh I think you are Bonnie."
"You've never been interested in me before." She commented. Wait why do I care about that.
"You have never burnt my hand before." He showed her his hand. It was still red from the burn. Had it been a normal burn it would have faded by now, but the power behind it had made it's mark. It would take at least a couple of days to heal. Which was another reason to keep on this little witch's good side, she could burn him alive if she really wanted to.
"That was the necklace." He brought his face close to hers.
"Don't play games with me, witch." Her heart sped up immediately. He noticed the panic in her eyes telling him that he was right. She must have been a descendant of Emily. He was frustrated that he had not noticed it before, they were similar in appearance, shared the same last name. Although this meant she could be useful in his plans. However he had to play his cards right and stop scaring her. He decided that he would use a different approach. She was a witch so he couldn't compel her which was frustrating but he did have other methods. He pushed himself away from the car removing his arms that had been blocking her escape.
"Look I just want to go home." She pleaded.
"Fine." He bent down picking up her keys and handed them to her. She tentatively took them from him. She turned around and put the car keys into the door.
"I know about your family's history. I could tell you about it." She turned to look at him somewhat surprised.
"I have family for that." She commented.
"I bet there's pressure from them though. Them asking you to embrace it but that's not what you want is it. You want it to all go away. I could help." He tried to sound as genuine as possible.
"I don't trust you."
"I did notice that."
"Let me think about it."
"You know where I live, well at least Elena does." He smiled as he said this last part, as if he knew something she didn't. He opened the car door for her and she got into the car. Still trying to make sense of what had just happened. He had gone from threatening her to wanting to work with her to do some family history research. He's up to something. She turned the key in the ignition and began to make her way home.
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She could not believe that she was doing this. Here she stood in front of the Salvatore boarding house about to enter the lair of what was probably a sociopath to learn about her family. She should have gone to her Grams, so what if she told her to embrace it she could always refuse, or lie. But no she wanted to know how much this stranger knew and also why he knew so much. Besides perhaps Stefan would be home and she could trust him.
She knocked on the door and waited for an answer. Last chance to get the hell out of here. The door opened and there he stood a cocky grin on his face knowing that she was curious and couldn't help wanting to find out more about him and herself.
"Knew you would come eventually. I didn't scare you too much the other night, sometimes I can be intimidating." He opened the door wider allowing space for her to enter the house.
"Only a little." She lied. "Don't make me regret coming here." She warned before she entered the house. It was inside how she had imagined it. Grand furniture that filled the rooms, she wondered why they had not donated more of their things to the founders party. It was a large house for just three people. "Is anyone else here?" She asked, crossing her fingers that someone else was around in case she had to scream for help, or accidently set the house on fire.
"No. It's just me. My uncle is out of town." Permanently he thought to himself. "And Stefan is with Elena." There was a slight bitterness in his tone as he said this last part. "Probably will be out the rest of the day making googly eyes at each other."
"You sound a little bitter." She commented as she looked around the room, partly looking for escape routes if she needed them. Elena had already told her how Damon had come onto her at the football game.
"Not all. I have the pleasure of your company. I notice you don't have your necklace." She smiled back at him.
"I hid it at home, didn't want to distract you." She had hidden that necklace as soon as she had arrived at home last night. It had already brought her enough trouble and she was worried that he may grab it again and her powers may not have worked, or worked too well.
"Smart move." Like he would have tried to grab it again his hand still hurt from last night. She noticed him looking at his hand, it brought her some comfort that she had been able to hurt him.
"So what do you know? About my family?" She wanted to get straight to the reason that she had come there not allowing him any space to move the conversation in any other directions. If he had information that she wanted her aim was to get it and then get the hell away from him.
"Straight to business then, no small talk." He sighed, looking a little disappointed but he had expected as much. She was still wary of him and he would have to break that down slowly if he was ever going to get the necklace back.
"I'm not here to become friends." She stated plainly.
"Who said I wanted to be friends." Sometimes he couldn't resist making these kind of comments. Maybe she would give into him, others more defiant than her had before. He knew how to charm them, make them bend to his will. He wouldn't have minded bending her to his will.
"I don't think so Damon. I'm not Caroline, I'm not taken in by your charming little games. I've got more sense then that." We'll see, he thought.
"Well then make yourself comfortable. I'm getting a drink if you want one, unless you don't even trust me enough to let me do that for you."
"I'm fine and I don't."
"Suit yourself." She sat down on the couch nearest the door. Just in case.
He soon returned which looked like whisky or scotch in a short glass. He lounged on the couch beside her. Smirking at her discomfort of him being so close. She wanted badly to slap that smirk off his face. "So what do you want to know?"