Thank you for the many reviews. I really really really appreciate them! I just started watchingThe Vampire Diaries, so I hope I have not confused any facts. Moreover, sorry for the wait~
I reached a writer's block. I just wrote the first chapter on my break at work one day. Just what I wish would have happened to me while I was on the register, aha! ^^
This chapter was supposed to be out before or onChinese New Yearas a gift, but I was busy, an when I finally got around to it again, I kept editing it. This chapter has gone from a 500 word count to a 2k+ word count.
Well, Happy Chinese New Year!
Damon sighed; rubbing his temples he whispered to no one in particular, "This girl just might be the death of me, again."
A shuffle was heard, and then a small groan. Damon turned shifting his eyes to the figure, "Oh dear, you're awake? How so?" Damon did recall smashing the man's head in. He slowly stood to his feet, working the machine in his head. "Vampire?" he chuckled, revealing a fang in the process. "That was an unfortunate mistake on your part."
Damon sniffed the air, wondering how much of an advantage he had over the fat man. "20...10...5 yea- 3 days?" Bonnie's supervisor had been turned 3 days ago? Maybe he'd still be able to compel the greasy man...
Said figure touched his forehead gently, "W-Where's Bonnie?" hissing as his fat fingers trailed over a sore.
"Aw, you're not even worried about yourself?" Damon bent down to the Supervisor's eye level, "If I were you~" tracing a pale finger along his blistered nose, "I would get my little lamb out of your mind, and worry about the now."
"Wh...at?" he heaved.
"You see, I wish I could kill you and drain you of all your, probably pig grease filled blood, but Bonnie wouldn't approve." Damon whispered to himself. He left out a playful sigh, and clicked his tongue "So, I'm going to make you forget everything that ever happened, Alright?" Standing back up, he said "If anyone asks, you just splashed yourself with cooking oil while making...whatever it is that you fat people eat."
"Oh, shoot, fudge, shoot shoot, motherfudger!" Bonnie yelled, banging her balled fists into her steering wheel on the way home.
She couldn't believe it. She nearly, (probably did) just killed her boss! How was she going to fix it? Her heart was beating so hard out of her chest and her skin wasn't cooling down. She just wanted to throw up the forsaken organ.
Bonnie suddenly skid to a stop, slamming into her brakes in the middle of a lifeless road. Running her hand through her wavy locks, an idea had struck her. Although it was against her morals, she needed Damon to compel her Supervisor. She just wondered how she would get him to do it...
Putting her car back into drive, she paused. She had felt something; a presence. Breathing out slowly, she continued her actions, and put her foot on the gas. She had seen enough horror movies to know what happened to the girl who just sat around waiting for the murder to come and slice their necks open.
"Alright, that takes care of that." Damon chuckled to himself. He was too sly even for himself sometimes. Speeding out into the street, he made his way to the Bennett home. Little did he know that Bonnie's supervisor hadn't forgotten a thing...
Bonnie shut her car door, rummaging through her bag for her house key. Why she didn't keep her car keys and house keys on the same keychain was a mystery to her.
"Oi, Hi there!" the voice belonging to the person with a cockney accent sat on her porch. She couldn't see him, and she shouldn't have been able to hear a whisper like that from her distance, but she felt like the figure had whispered the greeting in her mind.
"What the heck?" she said under her breath, fingering the vervain in her purse. Her Grandmother had given it to her long ago, glad now, that she had kept it.
"Aw, I'm so hurt. You want to harm me, and I haven't even done anything." the figure mocked, standing from his previous position.
Several thoughts ran through Bonnie's head as she continued to watch him. Was he human? Should she use her powers? Why was she even thinking that out of all the times Damon showed his unwanted face, why couldn't he show it now?
"Besides sweetheart, that won't work." Bonnie gasped as a cold muscular hand gripped her shoulder. "Fuck!" he snarled, snatching his hand away from her.
Bonnie turned around with a victorious smirk on her face. Grabbing her vervain out of her purse, she sprayed him in the eyes, and ran to her front door, squirming for the key.
He fell on his knees, head sprung back in agonizing pain. His screams sounded like chuckles. Chuckling?
He rose from his knees with his hands covering his eyes. She could see his smile behind his burnt fingers. "Mhmm, I make a good actor, no?" removing his hands from his now red and black pupils he continued, "I would have made it to Hollywood, but the Great Depression made it so no new actors could come from England to get any sodding work." he frowned jokingly.
'Great Depression?' she thought to herself. "That was in the 20's..."
"Good job, little witch!" he gasped, clapping his hands together in mockery.
"That means you're 'over 90'" they both said together at the same time. "Actually no. My father would be. He wanted to give my mother and I a better life, but it didn't work. So, we went ba-"
Bonnie had zoned out, hoping he would keep his blabbering. She had thought of a spell. Regardless of what he was, because the whole time he was talking, she had been trying her aneurysm spell, and it hadn't been working.
Damon...
"So? Now that you've discovered that irrelevant information, is that supposed to stop me from killing you?" he walked out of the shadows, revealing his features. "My goodness, I guess you aren't that intelligent..."
She could see him now, as he was blabbing on about whatever he thought was important enough to bother her nearly morning with.
His blonde hair was neatly gelled back, his red eyes danced around her body as he laughed, making his lean body tilt backwards.
His pale skin contrasted greatly with the red vest he wore. It had a name tag on it.
'Herbert'
Bonnie choked out a laugh, "Wait, what?" That was her Supervisor's name. That was her Supervisor's uniform. That was her Supervisor's...face.
Only he was young.
"Oh, you seem to realize who I am now." he said walking closer to her. "You know, I take it back. I knew you weren't that stupid."
Bonnie stepped back as he moved forward, "You see, I really like you Bonnie. Maybe a little too much. And I want you all to myself."
He had reached her face now. His no longer sausage fingers resting her face. Why wasn't he burning? Had her spell cooled down?
"I'm too strong for that, sweetheart." he said, answering her unspoken question.
"But Damon-" she started. Damon had gotten burnt, and he was over a 100 years, and she had thought he was a lot stronger.
"Oh, there we go again with that Damon! I don't like that boy you are always with, maybe because he looks young, and I do not." he paused, "Well, tonight I am. And I want to make you mine, before I have to kill you."
His thumb caressed her bottom lip, and she bit it, hard. He didn't even flinch. "So, I asked for help from a friend. And once I have my way with you, I'll kill you, and take your heart as the trade off. A Witch's heart is as prized as her blood" licking his lips as he whispered the last part. "I love you too much to do that, but a deal's a deal~"
Bonnie smacked his hands away from her face. "Who's your 'friend'?" she snapped now getting a little scared and irritated. But more of the latter, because she just wanted to go home, and lay down. Other than that heating spell and the aneurysm spell, she had only learned spells that could open ancient tombs and make pillow feathers float. She really wished she hadn't helped these vampires, maybe she could have learned something more useful aside from opening magically doors.
"Yeah, I've been wondering that too. Who?" Damon asked from behind her. Bonnie sighed in relief, for once, she was glad for his presence. Or at least she lead herself to believe that.
"Oh, you're here" Herbert said looking at Damon with disgust.
"What the..hell is going on here?" Bonnie yelled, gaining pseudo confidence with Damon behind here. Even enough to swear.
Damon patted her head, "Mhmm, calm down there, little bird. I'll handle this." he said stepping forward to meet the gaze of Herbert.
"No! Don't touch me and don't call me that." she said, snatching herself away from his touch. "You said you'd handle 'that' at the Supermarket, and now look!" she yelled, air quoting 'that'.
"Listen here, Bennett. I'm only keeping my promise here. Something Emily couldn't do. So shut your mouth, and let me handle this." Damon said, breaking his gaze with Herbert.
Bonnie gave a humorless chuckle. She was tired of all the supernatural crap she was forced into. She wasn't dating the Vampires, or the Werewolves, or any other Witches. Why did people she had no connection with have to bother her? Just because her ancestor did something? God, people really needed to let go of grudges. In Bonnie's opinion at least.
Bonnie stepped forward, "Don't you dare tell me to shut my mouth." she said, jabbing him in the chest. "You killed my grandmother, you nearly killed me and if it wa-"
"Oh, stop it already! Stop pulling the 'Grams' card! It's getting old! She's old...and dead, I'm dead, Stefan's dead, Katherine's dead, Emily's dead...We will all die sooner or later..." his thoughts falling to Rose momentarily.
"And you stop bringing up Emily! If she broke her end of the promise, why are you keeping yours? You're just a lonely old man. Katherine played you, Elena rejected you, and no one here likes you! So with no one to turn to, you thrive off other people's pain for social entertainment. Just leave." The teenage witch huffed out.
Damon was silent for a moment, and he contemplated draining her on the spot, before Bonnie began again.
"Yeah, go drink away your pain in Everclear, then go kill another innocent girl! Yeah, that's right, I know about your nightly escapades!"
"Fuck you, Bennett." Damon hissed.
"No! Fuck you, Salvatore."
Bonnie turned back to see Herbert but he was gone.
She threw her purse at Damon, "Goddamit! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck...you..." she fell to her knees on her lawn. She wasn't safe anymore. This wasn't the Mystic Falls she grew up in.
Damon stood above her, staring down at the cursing girl. She was chanting something he didn't recognize. And before he knew it, the lawn around them was in flames.
He knelt quickly beside her. Ignoring the burning sensation he felt as he shook her shoulders. "Wake up! Stop it!"
Bonnie's emerald eyes shot up, they were rimmed red, and they glazed over. "I'm so scared, Damon."
The fire abruptly stopped, and the Witch fell into the Vampire's arms.
"Don't be. I'll...I'll keep my promise...".
Although it fell on deaf ears.
