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Summary: The rest of the Mystic Gang finally take notice of Bonnie's disappearance and are endlessly looking for her. Damon finds out where she is and sets out to bring her home. All the while, Bonnie has made a new home in Beacon Hills where she is starting to like the Big Alpha, and has become close friends with the Beacon Gang. Life was as normal as it can get with an Unknown Alpha running around, that was until a sudden appearance had turned everything around.

Disclaim: I do not own any of the characters. This story wouldn't be here today without the lovely creators LJ Smith and The CW


~Two Hours Earlier~

Damon drove past the introduction sign; its welcoming message told him that he had finally reached his destination, Beacon Hills. Normally Damon would love to take time away from all the drama that seemed to circle Mystic Falls and take a road trip out somewhere. But this was a first time that he really didn't want to. One fact was that he was going to a town by himself. The second was that the whole purpose of this trip was to fetch something - someone - to bring back home. A messenger. That is what Damon felt like at the moment. The fact that it was his idea and his own selfish needs that drove him to this daft town. Was completely beside the point.
Damon wasn't one to do things for other people and when he did there was always something for him in it. And that is how he found himself in this tiny town, smaller then Mystic Falls then at home feasting on a blonde or two. Slowly, he drove while taking in the town that was unfolding itself through shades of black. His blue eyes were covered by half lidded eyelids even though you couldn't see them through the designer sunglasses he wore.

"What are you doing here Judgy?" Damon found himself asking that question again. Wondering why on earth the young witch would be living here of all places.

Damon had travelled almost everywhere in his time that he has lived. Italy, France, England even Australia. Damon has been there, through every high and low place. Down dark alleys, in expensive buildings, you name it. When he went somewhere he didn't just skip over a place. He explored, tasted its citizens and left with a trail of broken hearts behind him. But this little town, Damon had never heard of. Never even heard a whisper of Beacon Hills, not even from the witch who currently lives here. But then again, he didn't always listen to whatever came out of other people's mouths. Unless it had something to do with him, Katherine, Stefan or something remotely interesting. And this town right here was completely a bore. The urge to turn back and go home was overwhelming. But he had set his mind on getting Bonnie back home, and Damon was never one to back down.

A black leather elbow moved to prop itself outside of his window. His fingers slightly teasing the tough material of the wheel as the other free hand continued to steer his car around the town. The common Damon Smirk spread his freshly licked lips as he took in the people milling around to look at the new comer in his Chevy Camaro. His pride and joy.

Lowering his sunglasses to the edge of his nose. He looked over the brim towards the lingering eyes. A mischievous glint in the blue depths as he gave a few of the females a slow wink. Damon chuckled as he watched the common reaction appear from those lucky few ladies. A wide smile on their lips and a pulse of lust slamming into him. Licking his lips again, Damon turned back to face the windscreen. Heading deeper into the town. The buildings were nothing flash. Nothing like those in Mystic Falls. The people were just as plain, and the area itself had nothing to offer expect fresh new blood.

Turning his car into a parking space outside of a random shop. Damon let his eyes fall towards the lone shop, the quick glance allowed him to suss that it was just another clothing store. While the engine died under the hood of his car, Damon jumped out of the now open door. Not before reaching inside to grab his ringing phone. Knowing full well who would be on the other end of the line without glancing at the caller ID. With that knowledge, Damon did not feel like amusing himself with the conversation he knew he would have to endure once he answered the constant calls. Stuffing the object into the pocket of his snug jeans, Damon turned his head around. Watching the loitering people, in hopes that one would just so happen to be Bonnie. Life would be considerably easier if he could just have her appear right beside him, so that he could just grab her. Stuff her into the back of his car and drive home. Almost two days wasted was fine by him. But like always life wasn't ever that easy. So he was stuck to wondering where he should start in his search of Bonnie.

Damon had to admit, he was surprised that there was this many people out this early. The sun was already in the sky, but nowhere near the position for people to start their day to day jobs. In a couple of hours, yes. But now?

Fixing the pair of sleek sunnies to fully rest over his eyes, he glanced around once again, opting to take the left hand side of the pathway to begin his search. It didn't take long for him to notice that Bonnie wasn't here, of course if he really thought about it. She wouldn't be up this early unless one of the members back at Mystic Falls rang her and woke her up.

Tight thin lips removed the previous smirk, as Damon slipped his hands into his pockets of his Jacket. Turning around to head back to his car, to rethink over what can and cannot be done at this point of time.

Just as Damon turned around, a tall man -a head shorter then Damon- collided within Damon's turning shoulder.

"Watch it." Damon sneered as the other man looked up. Brown wide eyes meet his as an apology left his lips.

"Keep your eyes open next time." Damon replied, as the other man frowned at him.

"Whatever." This stopped Damon, the sound, the way he spoke it was so familiar to Damon that he really took the other guy in. His hands were -like Damon's - buried within his Jacket. His coloured skin could be seen only on his square shaped face, under the hat he wore. Standing this close, Damon could tell that the man was bold underneath the material.

"I am looking for someone." Damon said, as the man made to move around him. Halting in his tracks as Damon removed his sunglasses. Piercing blue eyes locked onto brown ones.

"Who are you looking for? I might be able to help you." His voice was guarded as he looked up towards Damon with a false sense of openness. Damon smirked as he regarded the other man.

"A young girl. I am well.." Damon paused as he searched for the right word to use. "Acquainted with her family."

"Have you tried calling her?" He asked.

"You see. I would. But I don't want to wake her up this early." Damon easily lied.

"Okay. Well I must go. I'm already late for work." The man waved his arm that bared a heavy watch before Damon. Taking a step back.

"Good luck." A half-hearted goodbye as he made to take another step back.

"Her name is Bonnie." This stilled the man's steps. His eyes slightly widen but that was all the outer tell that gave him away. Damon could hear the pounding of his heart gallop in his chest. The gulp that quickly moved his Adam apple. Damon knew instantly, like the moment that had allowed him to consult to this piny man who he was after. That this man knew who he was talking about.

"I don't know any Bonnie's. Sorry." His heart skipped a beat. Damon smirked as he moved forward, slowly. The other man didn't make a move, never left his eyes off from the stranger who was asking about his little Bonnie.

"Hmm." A compressed smile as he took a few steps forward, until he was invading the other mans space. A slight tsk left his lips. "I wouldn't lie if I was you." His head lowered so that he came in line with the chocolate skinned man. Damon felt his lips pull back of his teeth in a full out leer that made both men and women cower. The full effect was doused by the innocence's of his quirked eyebrows.

"Where is Bonnie?" He asked, his voice dropping lower as he stared right into the brown depths before him. Compulsion at its finest.

"I repeat. I don't know any Bonnie's." He took a step back, and turned on his heels without offering a goodbye.

Damon frowned as he watched the retreating back of the trenched coat man.

"Damn it Bonnie." He growled low and quiet, so that no one around him could hear. His hands slipped through his hair. Pushing his midnight hair away from his face. His glower burning holes into the back that was walking briskly away.

She was smart. He had to give her props for that. Giving a family member or a friend vervain so that if anyone ever found her. Anyone being a vampire, considering most of her friends are now a part of the eternity club. Couldn't compel those who are in direct line to her.

"Damn it." Storming forward, Damon quickly latched onto his car door the moment he reached the beautiful car. His body slipped behind the wheel again. A frown etched on his face as he peeled out of the parking lot and left a long trail of black marks on the bitumen as he sped away.


"Who is he?" Stiles asked again, aggravation clear in his voice. As he closed the door behind him. Everyone made to walk down the hallway towards the rattling sounds of someone in the kitchen. Derek walked behind Scott and Stiles a little behind Derek. Who was bouncing on the tips of his toes to look over the towering Alpha's shoulder to anyone who could answer his repetitive question.

Bonnie felt her body mechanically moving around the Kitchen. Knowing that with the sudden onslaught of memories and questions burning inside her mind, that she needed to keep her mind away from those thoughts and keep her hands busy. She did not want to think about what was going to come with him in town. Didn't want to know what this will mean for her and what news he brings from back at Mystic Falls. She did not want to know anything other than a way to forget about all this for the time being. She wasn't ready to face her past just yet, and by the looks of it. Neither was Derek.

"Who—" Stiles went in for the question again. His close cut brown hair the only thing that could be seen every few seconds over Derek's shoulder as he bounced around like a kid on sugar.

"Stiles. Shut up." Scott mumbled before he could full out ask the same question he had been asking since the Crow had appeared. The boys themselves took a seat on the bar stools the moment they reached the kitchen. Watching as Bonnie moved about in the kitchen.

"What do you guys want to eat?" She asked as she moved to the kitchen fridge. Barley listening as Derek made to stand in the kitchen right beside her. Leaning against the back corner cupboard.

"Bacon and eggs. Pancakes?" She asked as her eyes shifted from the well-stocked fridge to Derek who was looking at her, but not really looking at her. Shifting her olive eyes to the confused expression on Stiles and the worried look on Scott. All eyes burning with questions, wanting to know answers that even she didn't have. Raising an eyebrow above her right eye, she tried her best to ignore the gazes that locked onto hers.

"Bacon and eggs." Nodding her head to Stiles she grabbed the bacon from the freezer and the eggs from the fridge. Before she knew it, Bonnie had a large knife in one hand as Bacon sat upon a cutting board before her. Resting on top of the counter where Stiles and Scott sat across.

Preparing the Bacon she felt all eyes on her. It was like a constant annoying sensation of being aware of someone was watching your every move. Following every single movement you made. It unnerved Bonnie.

"Can you guys stop staring. I am fine." She gritted out past clenched teeth. Stiles and Scott quickly adverted their eyes at her sudden outburst in the quiet and strained atmosphere. Derek on the other hand ignored her words. And she could feel it. She knew, even while her back was facing him. That his pale blue eyes were staring at her. Moving up and down her skin and resting on the back of her head. Ignoring the tightness in her stomach and the Goosebumps trailing across her skin. Bonnie slammed the knife she held in her hand upon the counter. Turning in one fluid movement to face the cause of her second outburst in that morning. Ignoring the jumps that caused Stiles to slip from his chair and Scott to latch onto the counter. Her black eyelashes lowered as she glared at Derek.

"What?" She asked.

"Is that him?"

"No. Its Mary Poppins." She replied sarcastically as her eyes rolled.

"Which one?"

Bonnie sighed, she knew she was snapping at the wrong people. It's just that this long? This long it had taken them to find her and they sent him of all people. They knew how she felt about him. Why couldn't they have sent Elena? She had a daylight ring. She was the one who made it for her after all.

"The Oldest." She replied, not meeting Derek's eyes. Instead turning to the cupboards where the frying pan laid nestled with the other pots and pans. Pulling it away, Bonnie quickly placed it upon the flame of the stove. Pouring Oil the moment her hands were free.

"You are not going to meet him." Derek voice was low, a hint of a growl could be heard in his voice. Turning around, she glared at him for the second time.

"I am not going to hide from them. From him of all people." Her voice rose higher as she locked all her focus on the Werewolf before her. Barley taking any notice of Stiles walking past her. Her whole focus was on the Alpha just a few steps away.

"I didn't say that."

"He wants something. He isn't going to stop until he gets it." She took a step closer. The lights flickered above her head from the anger that was burning under her skin.

"Damn it Derek. You of all people know what Damon is like." There she said the name she hadn't muttered in months. Three, almost four months she had gone without speaking their names.

"That is why I am telling you to stay away from him."

"Right. Because you are able to control him like he is apart of your pack." Her anger was fuelling her forward. Moving her body until she stood just an inch before him. Her green eyes flashing as her skin began to heat up.

"He will come to me. He will ask what he wants from me. And I am going to tell him no."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

Both Derek and Bonnie eyes locked onto one another. Ignoring the two other people in the room. Olive eyes against pale blue. A tension so thick that if someone had a butchers knife, they would be able to cut through it.

"Fine." Derek finally relented.

"If he does anything." His head was lowered down until he was practically nose to nose with Bonnie. "Anything. You call me?"

Bonnie smiled softly as she let her fingers move forward and latched onto his hand that was crossed over his chest. She squeezed once.

"Do I need to repeat what I told you outside on that Porch?" Bonnie asked with a challenging hint to her voice. Derek relaxed slightly. Locking her two fingers tighter against his two larger fingers.

"I heard you quite clear the first time."

"Good. I would hate to have to repeat myself." Bonnie smiled as she let her hand leave his. Turning around to find that Stiles had already cooked a pile of Bacon and Eggs already.

"Thanks." Bonnie crossed over to the Oven. Checking that none of the food had been burnt.

"No problem." He handed her the spatula, and her attention was once again onto the Bacon and Eggs spitting and popping in the cooking oil. A moment of silence fell over the group as Bonnie cooked the remaining bits of food.

"What do you think he wants?" Scott spoke up breaking the silence.

Bonnie merely shrugged as she flipped the food in the pan.

"I don't know." She sighed, the weariness of the whole situation quite clear in her voice as she kept her body from sagging against the counter. Her back was still tensed, her chin still jutted out.

"I won't know until he comes and asks me. But that doesn't stop us doing what we need to do." She commented as she turned off the stove and piled the rest of the food on the big plate. Grabbing the plate itself in two hands she walked over towards the big dining table. Placing the food in the middle, she sat down as Scott placed four plates, knives and forks in front of each taken seat.

"You can't just brush him off like this Bon." Stiles piped up as he grabbed his plate and began filling it with Bacon and Eggs. Grabbing a couple slices of bread in the process that Derek had grabbed on his way over here.

"I won't." Her hand reached over to squeeze his hand. A small smile on his face.

"We got your back."

"As I got yours."

Stiles and Bonnie smiled at one another as Scott nodded his head. Derek remained quiet. And that was how they were for the next couple of minutes. Bonnie sat at the end of the dining table. Derek on her left. Stiles on her Right and Scott alongside. It was nice, the only sound that could be heard was of teeth biting into bacon, forks grazing plates and knifes being placed down on the table. Quiet and very comfortable. Despite what was happening outside of the safety of the walls.

That was until the sound of ringing of the home phone rang loud and clear in the silence. Before Bonnie could get up. Stiles jumped up from his spot and light jogged over to the phone that was hanging on the wall in the Hallway. Bonnie turned away from Scott and Derek. Her face turned to a thoughtful expression. A slight crease between her eyebrows and the lower lip being nibbled on. Her eyes distant. As she looked out the large windows that framed from the Kitchen counter to the wall. A window wall. But she wasn't looking at the backyard. The woods outside or the freshly picked garden she had made in her first few weeks of staying here. Bonnie was thinking back to the time before the Crow made its appearance, and that is when something dawned on her.

"Hey." Bonnie spoke, gaining both of the werewolves attention. "You never told me who he killed."

"That's the thing. We don't know if the Alpha killed him."

"What do you mean?"

"It was a clean kill." Derek interrupted.

"Who?"

"The History Teacher." Bonnie eyebrows shot up as she looked at Scott with Wide eyes.

"Mr-"

"Bonnie." Stiles interjected. Holding the phone out towards her. Her head turned towards Stiles loaming over her, his hand jutted outwards with the portable phone in his hand.

"It's Dr. Deaton." Bonnie nodded her head. Reaching over and taking hold of the plastic phone.

"Hey."

"Bonnie." Relief was evident in his voice.

"What's wrong?"

"I just finished with surgery but I had to check that everything was okay."

"Everything is fine."

"There was a man that I bumped into earlier." At this Bonnie's whole relaxed position shot upwards. Her body tensed as she hung onto everyword that was spoken on the other end of the line.

"He was asking about you. Where you were." Bonnie knew instantly who this person that had interrogated her family friend.

"Have you been drinking your tea?" She blurted out, before he could continue.

"Yes." Confusion was clear in his voice, but Bonnie ignored his voice as she let out a sigh of relief.

"Good. Keep drinking your tea."

"I will. Bonnie..." She knew what he was going to ask next. And wanted nothing more in that moment than to hang up. "Who is this man?"

"He is someone I know from my old home." She replied with tension in her voice.

"Are you in trouble?" She wanted to scoff at this. If only he knew.

"No Sir." She lied.

"Okay. I will call you at Lunch." Bonnie knew instantly that he had caught her out on her lie. But the less he knew the better it was for him, for everyone.

"Remember I will be at the Hale house."

"I remember."

"Bye."

"Goodbye."

When the sound of the dial tone of his hang up reached her ears, Bonnie herself followed suit and ended her line. Passing the phone back over to Stiles, as she let her body slump into the curve of her chair. The lack of sleep from last night weighed down on her. Her eyes stared at the empty plate in the middle of the table as she ran a hand through her locks in an act of frustration.

"What's in the Tea?" Scott asked as he got up to collect the empty plates. Bonnie remained seated.

"It's my concoction. I made it with the herbs I grew." She automatically replied. She had replied this at least a dozen times when Dr. Deaton asked, as well as Scott, Stiles, and Derek.

"What herbs?" Grabbing her half empty plate she took it into the kitchen where Scott was starting to stack the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. Waving him away, she set herself at task. Pursing her lips as she filled the top tray with glasses the moment the plates were in. She knew they would continue to badge her why it was important that they continued to drink their tea. Finally coming to a conclusion of the inner arguement inside. She stood up straight and faced the victims to her tea. Ready for the anger to unfold.

"Vervain. That's one of the main herbs that's in the tea. I didn't start adding it until a month ago."

"What is vervain?" Closing the door of the dishwasher. Bonnie let her eyes rest on the speaker. Stiles eyes were wide, his lips parted.

"Vervain is a herb that works against Vampires." She watched as realization dawned onto her friends faces. "When you drink it. A vampire is unable to compel you. You can also use the herb against them. It doesn't kill, but it does injure them. Damon drinks Vervain to prevent any stronger Vampire to compel him." A shiver broke out over her body as she walked forward. Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked from each person staring at her.

"I'm sorry. I should have told you. But I wanted to make sure you guys were safe."

"It's fine Bonnie. It would have been nice to know what else you hid in our tea." Scott supplied. A small smile gracing his lips.

"But you were looking out for us." Stiles supported.

Bonnie nodded her head. Relief coursing through her veins at the knowledge that they weren't mad at her.

"You knew they would come here?" Derek asked, although, like before. It came out as a statement more than a question.

"I knew that one day they would. I didn't want you guys getting hurt because of me and my past. So I thought that if I got you guys protected against being compelled..." Her voice trailed off.

"Remind me to ask you what is in your food before accepting. Don't want you drugging me." Stiles joked, earning him a scowl from Derek.

"That is the only herb that I didn't tell you about. Speaking of Herbs." Her eyes drifted to the other two boys. Standing against the counter. "Is Lydia still wearing her bracelet and Allison her necklace?"

"Does that have Vervain herb thing in it as well?" Scott asked. Bonnie nodded.

"Clever. Lydia does. Allison I am not too sure." Stiles glanced at Scott who said that she still does.

"Good."


To say Damon wasn't pleased with what he found would be an understatement. Bonnie was practically fondling around with his, her friends enemy.

It has been known for centauries that werewolves and Vampires did not get alone with each other.
Both could kill each other.
Both had a mutual hatred for one another.

No one can say for sure how this hatred between two speices came about. But it was there and Damon didn't question it. He hated those pesky werewolves and have made it a point to kill a few that crossed his path. How he didn't kill that Tyler Lockwood kid when he found out that he had unlocked his curse was still lost upon him. A lack of judgement. A soft moment that wouldn't happen again.

Now Bonnie was sitting around with them, with full knowledge that one bite and all that he has lived for would be one big waste.

She knew we would come for her.

Damon scowled into his drink. He was pissed. For her to surround herself with werewolves just to make sure she didn't go back home, infuriated him. He had spent all these months hearing Elena mope and cry and had to deal with the rest of the children wailing for their little witch.

Damon was out here doing this for her friends. Putting him through all this for those who desperately wanted their friend home.
For Elena.
Stefan.
Mostly.

Tipping back his glass of Scotch. The liquid made its way down his throat with ease and as he felt it's course downwards. He rose from his seat, slamming the now empty glass on the bar top. His feet began his descent towards the outdoors all plans to head out and do something to pass time other then drink so early in the morning. That was until a private conversation whispered between two females at the back of the room caught his attention.

"—Just dropped dead." The first female voice was quite high pitched and loud in her whisper. Excitement at having someone to gossip with.

"His History lessons must have bored him to death." The second female giggled, muffled by her hand. Her voice was a lot deeper than the first.

"Anna." The first reprimanded the deep voiced Anna.

"What? It must be true."

"Well I hear they are looking for a Substitute. That is why all the kids got the day off."

Before Anna could make a comment, another female voice interrupted them. Knowing that was the end of the conversation. Damon continued on his way down towards the door that led outside to his waiting car. A grin now made its way across his features as an idea began to form in his devious mind as he felt a bitter cold wind caress the Vampires skin the moment he opened the door and stepped outside.

It didn't take long for Damon to find the school. This place was as simple as a town could get. Everything was placed exactly where it should be, no detours were needed. It was all A straight to B. The school itself stood out like sore thumb compared to the rest of the buildings in this town. The building preferred a long structure rather than the good old height that was of Mystic Falls High. The building in question was boring colours of mixes of browns and greys. Nothing about it made it appear anything interesting. Not in Damon's eyes at least. Parking just before the steps that led up to the building. Damon climbed out of his precious car and made the short climb up the stairs and through the double doors into the quiet school.

Lockers lined either wall. Dark Blue coated the metal of each locker. Every now and again there would be a break between lockers when a wall would hold a poster or a door. Sometimes even just rounding off to a corner. Taking the corner on the left. Damon walked past the sunny glassed walls. Following the sound of people talking and the smell of blood pulsing a trail towards a group hidden in one single room. A tea party for one if he wasn't here for a reason.

Just as Damon was about to walk inside a room marked "Teacher's Lounge" He picked up on the sound of a deep timbre voice making a phone call.

"—In need of a teacher."

Opting to take the other lead then the group of teachers behind the door. Damon turned around. And began a casual stroll across the hall and down two more corners before coming across a room that marked "Office."

"It's urgent we acquire one."

Must be about that new teacher position.

Waiting until the moment the principal ended his phone call, did Damon open the door without knocking.

"Hello. What can I do for you?" The older man looked up at the unexpected visitor.

"I hear you have a teacher's position open." His lips pulled back into a smile as he took a seat in the chair on the other side of the desk. Eying the man before him.

"You teach History Mr…?" The man in turn was watching Damon like a hawk.

"Salvatore. Damon Salvatore." He supplied before adding. "I am well adapt in History." Damon chuckled deeply at his own inside joke.

"Where is your Paperwork?" At this Damon smirked, turning his head onto the side.

"Oh here is the thing. You are going to laugh." His fingers pointed at the other man as a smile of promise twisted into a cheshire grin.

"I don't have any paperwork. I don't need any." He dried laughed as the other man looked on with complete and utter distrust.

"If you don't have any paperwork. Then we will not consider you for the position Mr Salvatore." This earned him a bark of laughter from Damon as he stood up from his spot. Trailing a hand across the hard wooden desk.

"See now that is the best part." Instantly, Damon was leaning over the old man. His eyes bearing into the other man's eyes. "You are going to give me the job."

"I am going to give you the job." He replied.

"That's right. You are also going to make sure no one pries into my business while I am here. Even if that means you have to kill them." The other guy nodded his head.

"I didn't hear you."

"Make sure no one pries into your business. Even if I have to kill them."

"Good. Now don't go and tell anyone about this meeting."

Damon moved quickly out of the room. Saluting his hand towards the principal.

"See you Tomorrow."

If Bonnie continued the same classes she did back at Mystic Falls High School. She would be in his class, or he would catch her between classes. Either way Bonnie would have to endure seeing him five days a week. All day. A slight twist collected in his gut at thinking about the certain subject, but he pushed it aside. He had a plan to do and reminiscing in past memories wasn't going to do him any good.


Note: Next Chapter there will be Bamon interaction.