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Summary: Damon has set down some temporality roots, making him the brand new History Teacher at Beacon Hills High School. The teacher in speaking had only recently died of an "Animal Attack" causing for the Beacon Gang to connect it up towards the Alpha until information is relayed that it wasn't like the Alpha's technique. Meanwhile, Scott and Stiles find out more about Vampires and the herb called Vervain.
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
"That was the longest lesson I've had to sit through." A soft voice floated past the band of students leaving the Chemistry classroom in small packs. Walking towards their respective places, some moved to the lockers, others made a beeline for the exit. A young caramel skinned accompanied by a tall pale girl walked towards the next lesson side by side.
"Could he make it any more obvious that he doesn't like Scott and Stiles?" The young witch continued. Reminiscing in the hour and half of her life, listening to the same events unfold before her. Scott and Stiles being separated, Jackson getting the special attention that he always seemed to manage to get and the same lesson being repeated, word for word.
Normally, the lessons wouldn't be having such a negative hold over her, of course she whined a little over the annoyance of having to go through the same teaching done the previous lesson because one teacher had it for a couple of students.
But today it was annoying her to the point where she was contemplating to just skip out on her last class and sort out the worries that clouded her mind. Maybe even let herself vanish in the woods.
"I'm sure he'll try." Allison replied, letting dainty strong fingers move to her long locks of midnight hair that for the first time since being at Beacon reminded her of a certain someone.
Damon Salvatore.
The man that had midnight hair the same shade, maybe even darker, as her friend Allison's. The very man – Vampire – who had come all the way from her home town and had yet to show his face.
Setting off Bonnie's nerves like always but this time without having the need to open that mouth that always had a knack for saying the most ridiculous things or show that arrogant cocky half assed smile of his.
Sighing, Bonnie shifted her shoulder bag to the other side. Letting the heavy weight pull down until the material of the strap dug into her skin. Pressing down onto the bone, causing a tension to knot her muscles at the base of the back of her neck.
Her members crossed to the skin there and began kneading at the stress, trying to undo the tension knots.
"I'm sure he will." Bonnie finally replied as they persisted on their short walk towards the classroom that was the highlight of the gossip at Beacon Hills High School.
Since word had gotten around that school was cancelled the other day, it had ultimately given Bonnie a chance to be able to go around and help Derek around his house for the afternoon. And would be able to go over the step by steps of what preparations they should go through with what information they know about the Alpha running around. Of course that plan had been shot down when a sudden crow had appeared making the afternoon, as cleverly and yet obvious, distract Bonnie Day.
And now having forgotten about that certain death for an afternoon. Bonnie had been reminded of what happened at every corner she went since she arrived at school this morning. People whispered to one another. Not caring how loud they were. Rumours spread around fast, and with rumours came stories worth telling in Bed Time Stories or around a camp fire.
It was innocent at first. Heart attack. Wasn't really dead but ran away with his model of a girlfriend, stole money from the school and faked his death. Then as more information circled. Those little stories fuelled to the point where they began to think of the classic Animal Attack routine. Or even a murderer came into the school and killed him. Even worse were the Drama kids spreading about Vampires and Werewolves killing him for some unknown motive. Bonnie was sure by Lunch time they would have found a reason or even a whole new theory.
It unnerved Bonnie at how close they were getting to the truth. How much they spoke in humour that was actually so close to hitting the nail that Bonnie had to wonder if they really knew the truth. Call it paranoia if you will. But everyone is a suspect until proven innocent.
Or that was what Bonnie kept trying to remind herself. Remembering a date she had gone on that only ended up with endangering Elena's life and her limp form knocked out in a bath tub.
"Bonnie? You okay?" Allison faced the young witch with worry attached to the smooth lines on her face.
Snapping to attention, Bonnie glanced at the pale fair face of Allison's, realizing that she had spaced out, missing an important question. Or a question regardless.
"Yeah I'm fine." She brushed away the concern, letting a smile of gratitude grace her plump lips. "What were you saying?"
"I said." Allison permitted herself one long look, before opting to drop the subject of her brief venture into dream land. "What did you end up doing yesterday with school being cancelled?"
Bonnie's smile from before widened until it was curved into a full blown smile. Allison took note of the change of demeanour and she too latched onto the contagious smile with her very own.
"By the looks of you. I take it was good?"
"I spent the afternoon over at a 'friend's' place." The word friend tasted funny upon Bonnie's lips. It was like a word she was forcing herself to spell out while unsure if that was the right term to state of this person.
"Friend?" Allison questioned with a broaden of her smile. Her eyes growing an inch wider. Making those doe like eyes that were so much like Elena's appear a lot more innocent.
"Is it too clique to say that it is complicated?" Bonnie twisted her body on an angle, as she let her amber eyes wonder up to the girl that looked as if she was considering the question.
A small chuckle left her lips as she nodded her head, telling her that yes it was too clique.
"He's a friend. But not." Bonnie let her fingers run from the top of her forehead into the depths of her chocolate hair. Pulling at the straight hair in frustration.
"I don't know how to label it. Its best to say friend but sometimes I feel like it's more than that." She spoke softly. Shrugging her shoulders, letting her gaze wonder to anything but the wide eyes staring down at her.
For the first time in months, Bonnie wished she had Elena and Caroline were here to give her some advice. It was so hard to talk about her issues with someone who wasn't either of those girls, and wasn't aware of the Supernatural or the fact that her Boyfriend was a Werewolf. It was so hard sometimes it made her crave her life back at home where no one paid her enough attention to give her these issues on top of the Supernatural problems swimming around her.
"Have you talked to him?" At this innocent question, Bonnie couldn't help but laugh out loud. There was one thing about Derek Hale she knew the first time she had meet him was that he wasn't one to talk about his feelings.
Given the first two months spent with him as any indicator.
"Derek doesn't talk about feelings." Allison's eyebrows rose higher as her lips quirked into that smile Bonnie knew so well.
"Derek? Scott's Friend? We will talk after class." She gave a pointed look as she began to back away. "I have to run by my locker to get my History book. Save me a seat." Allison shot her another look as her pace quickened. A small wave of her hand directed in the air was the last movement before she got lost in the sweeping crowd of the Students.
Bonnie turned and continued her walk, letting her thoughts transpire to the afternoon she had spent with Derek.
~Yesterday Afternoon~
"I can only feel you and Scott." Bonnie spoke through the intense wave of smoke erupting around her. Emanating from the bowl of water placed before her legs. A cleansing bowl, which was mixed with water and herbs to help cleanse the spell.
"Just Scott?" Derek asked from his spot upon the bottom step of the Hale house staircase.
Derek allowed his eyes to plant themselves onto the girl in the middle of candles. Every possible surface around her was covered with either a slim, fat, small, large candle with different shapes and colours. Mostly sticking to that of yellow's and brown's.
Her brown hair, slightly curly from the slight drizzle of the water from the stormy clouds that had rolled in when they arrived. Bonnie's body glistened like a golden light was shining inside of her. Giving her a glow that was all innocent and pure.
A scene that reminded Derek of an angel. An Angel in the midst of fire.
It reminded him of the first time he had witnessed Bonnie doing Magic, the moment they were all banded together and he found out what she was.
Derek could remember what an idiot he was for either ignoring the daylights out of her when Scott and Stiles brought her along with them, or was a down right jackass.
That was until she saved his life from a certain Family of Hunters.
"If you are going to ask stupid questions. You can leave." Bonnie finally spoke through the heart shaped pale pink lips. Her eyes were still closed. Dimples on top of each eyebrow. A sign that Derek had come to recognize to protrude from her skin when she was concentrating.
The twitch in her index finger was the only sign that gave away her reaction to the growl that slipped from the Werewolves tense jaw.
"It should be easy Bonnie. You have been around Scott and I. Just search for someone with the same feeling." Derek stated with a scowl present on his features, arms made to rest against his knees.
"You don't think I've been trying?" Bonnie supplied from her position. Her head pushing outwards as her eyebrows raised slightly. Her hair bounced at the sudden move of her head.
Silence descended over the pair as Bonnie allowed herself to slip under the spell once again. Scouring the town for any possible feeling that would come close to Derek and Scott. Once again coming up with nothing but those two boys.
The more she expanded outwards, the weaker the spell got. It was like stretching a rubber band. You pulled and expanded so far that it began to grow thinner and thinner until…
Snap.
Every candle in the room snuffed out, ascending the room into a state of darkness before the clouds pulled away. Allowing the evening sun to leek through the windows.
"The only feeling I got was you and Scott." Bonnie let her elbows lean in her lap. A scowl present on her face at her lack of being able to help with her own idea.
She knew the Scouring spell wasn't going to work only with an object of the person she was looking for. But nothing like twisting a spell and changing it for your needs. After all, Magic was an art of expanding, changing, and experimenting.
Derek didn't utter a word. Only lifted his phone to his ear the moment he had dialled one single digit. Instructing Scott and Stiles to go home the moment they answered. The two boys who were waiting for a destination from Bonnie so that they could work out who the Alpha was once and for all. Ambled home after questioning what happened, to which the only reply they got was the beeping of a dead end.
"The book did say you have to have something of theirs to be able to scour for them." Derek finally spoke into the silence. Breaking the thoughts that were going through Bonnie's mind.
"I should be able to at least get a sense as I am familiar with you and Scott." Bonnie stated. Repeating what he said moments ago in her own words.
"That might be the problem." Letting strong hands grab onto his legs. He pushed off in a fluid movement that shouldn't be possible for a man his size and build. But he managed to do so. He strolled forward. His face lacking the usual presence of - as Stiles called - his 'Sour' face.
His eyebrows were pulled in and his lips were thin in a line of concentration. Which his eyes lowered onto the still prone form sitting amongst dead candles.
His hand jutted outwards, until they came to level towards Bonnie's face. Her emerald eyes zero'd in on the outstretched paw, before she let her own grasp fall into his.
Such a simple small gesture that turned Bonnie's stomach until butterflies fluttered in the depths.
Pulling her upwards was an easy act. It was like lifting a feather, light and breezy. As Bonnie stood on the tips of her boots. Her long brown hair that curled at the ends brushed against his skin when he placed a hand on her waist to steady her.
Blue-green eyes locked themselves on Olive eyes. Derek's mouth grew dry as he broke contact the moment Bonnie's tongue slipped out to lick her lips.
Derek watched the movement with dilated eyes. Breathing in deeply, taking in her scent which caused a reaction down stairs. And with that strain against his zipper. He instantly took a step back. Dropping her hand as he turned around abruptly. Running a hand through his hair as he called over his shoulder.
"Come with me."
Bonnie's time spent at the Hale house went from the burnt down kitchen, to the destroyed living room and the front door foyer. She had never been allowed up those long, unstable stairs to explore what laid behind those doors above.
Swallowing back the lump that rose in her throat, Bonnie stepped forward and followed the wall that was Derek's back as he made his way up the steps.
Eyes feasting on everything but each other.
As they broke above surface. It took Bonnie a moment to realize that half of the house had lost its roof. On the outside it looked like the whole roof had been completely caved in. But it was only half, not even. The quarter that Derek was leading Bonnie too.
Anticipation and curiosity filled her as she questioned what exactly Derek was going to show her.
"Scott and Stiles told you what happened to this place?" Derek spoke as he revolved around on the heels of his shoes as soon as he stopped before a door. A black charred wooden door that was looked to be once white.
Bonnie let her hand stroke the peeled burnt wood and watched with avid attention as it broke away from its spot on the door and glided to the ground.
"Yes they did. The house also tells its own story." Bonnie stated, letting her eyes wonder from the tips of her fingers that were tinged black. Up this close, Bonnie was able to see the mixture in the Werewolf's eyes. The blue and green slightly tinted by Brown.
"Its called Precognition." Bonnie stated to his questioning stare. "When I, a Witch, touches something or someone. We are able to tell, read the...
"Soul of things. Feel things. Precognition can also occur in sleep. And also when palm reading, and yes I've done that before you ask. Just as a joke but didn't turn out that way when I predicted my friends future."
All the while Bonnie spoke. Derek kept his eyes locked into the emerald of Bonnie's. Staring at her for a while with no words exchanged. An odd emotion flickered in his mixture depths, before disappearing a second later. Admiration? Bonnie quizzed, barely taking note of the door opening.
"This was Laura's room." He stated in his deep voice. Stepping into the room. Stopping only when he noticed that Bonnie remained by the threshold. Not even inching a foot into the room.
Derek slipped his hand out, inviting her in. Bonnie's at his summon, glided into the room until her fingers grazed into his for the second time that day. Both stood in the middle of the room of the once room of Derek's beloved sister.
"There's a room back at Mystic Falls that my father, that is when he is home, would lock himself inside. He told me it once belonged to my mother." Bonnie stated, as her eyes wondered over the burned room. Easily assembly out the bed under the black soot layers, likewise to the dressing table and the book case. But anything else was complete ash.
A sad scene to behold.
Stories whispered through the air that was blowing from the wide gap in the ceiling above. The setting of the room gave no other sense than pure anger, sadness and fear.
"I rarely come in here. Not since moving back."
There was a soft side to Derek, the side that showed that Derek had lost everything. Lost as much as Bonnie had. And today, that afternoon as he pulled her into his room and they sat against the bed and talked about everything and nothing at the same time. Dodging anything that revealed the room that Bonnie had seen or that would bring back bad memories. As they talked she felt his anger his passion, his desire and need to build and be a part of a pack. Bonnie grew that much closer to the Werewolf who had more walls built then Bonnie did.
~Present~
Bonnie brought herself back to the present day when her attention was grabbed by the familiar sound of hard feet hitting the hard flooring beneath them.
"Hey Stiles." She called to the young boy trailing after her. Not even bothering to turn around to look at him. Instead opting to watch him with a keen eye through the reflecting glass before her.
"How do you do that?" Stiles asked the moment he came into the corner of her vision. "Can you sense other people, with your witchy senses?"
Bonnie struggled with the urge to roll her eye.
"Witchy Senses? Do I need to remind you how much of a nerd you are?"
"Nope. Remember I am only a nerd by association here." Stiles let his pale hands clutch onto either arm strap of his back pack as he glanced over at the door for their next class. History.
"But if you must know Stiles. There are things called reflections. Maybe you should look into it. It is very 'Magical'." Bonnie sarcastically replied.
"Next time I'm free." Stiles promised.
"Do you think they've already got a replacement?" Stiles tone was lower than a few second ago, his gaze remained locked onto the closed door. As if in a blink of an eye it would disappear.
"It's school." Bonnie stated as if that was the answer for everything. "They would have to carry on. If not. Then we have a whole free period before heading to lunch." Bonnie glanced at the door. Noticing at once the amount of people that were spreading about the two as they entered through the now opened door.
Shifting her emerald eyes from the gathering crowd, Bonnie made her way towards the group. To get in the out of order line to head into the classroom. Bringing her attention on Stiles behind her.
"Looks like you're right." Stiles remarked.
"When am I ever wrong?" She shot over her shoulder, beaming in return to the wicked grin on Stiles face.
"Hey. Stiles." A familiar voice reached over to the two grouped together, pushing his body through his classmates.
"Bonnie."
"Hey Scott." Bonnie grinned.
"Hey Scott. Just in time to be at witnessed off the haunted classroom." Stiles clamped an awkward hand on Scott's shoulder, moving his head from side to side, making ghost noises.
"I'm thinking the ghost will be greeting us at the front of the classroom., sitting in his chair as if nothing had happened." Scott rolled his eyes at Stiles obvious Joke. Watching as people looked onto Stiles with round eyes before turning to the person next to them.
"Good on you Stiles." Bonnie spoke in a stern voice, although the smile hindered away the anger. "Just spread more gossip around the school. Its not like it has enough of it anyways." Bonnie turned her head, facing the clear opening of her turn to sidle into the classroom.
"You know what they say." Stiles began, following after Bonnie. "Start it, don't star in it. Or something like that." He shrugged as he turned to Scott who started shaking his head.
Bonnie pushed her shoulder strap tighter as she crossed her way through the door. Listening to the conversation that occurred between the two best friends.
"But come on don't you think that seeing as he only died yesterday his spirit would be floating about ready to haunt us troublesome kids?" Stiles asked.
"Don't you think so Bonnie?"
Bonnie who so happened to be slipping between two desks. Not taking any notice of the person occupying the seat. Pursed her lips.
"I think you have been watching too much Harry Potter Stiles. Besides.." She leaned over towards the boys as if sharing a secret.
"Ghost aren't real." She let one eye flutter into a wink.
"What makes you think Ghost are real Stiles?" Scott asked, as he followed after Bonnie. Sliding between chairs and desks until they reached the middle of the room.
"Well.." Stiles carried the 'l' as if he was rolling a lolly on his tongue.
"Where else do you think our Spirit goes when we die?"
"To Heaven or Hell. Depending how bad you are." Allison spoke up behind Scott. Causing for Stiles to jump and spin around. Knocking a young girls drink bottle off her table.
"Sorry." Stiles quickly retrieved the bottle and placed it back on the desk. An apologetic smile on his face as he looked at the girl. Who wasn't even paying any attention to him.
"Sorry." He mumbled again, as he took his seat next to her. Where he had placed his stuff prior to the incident with his long arms.
"Don't worry about it Stiles. She looks distracted anyways." Allison couldn't have been more correct even if she tired. The girl who had ignored Stiles looked as if she was in a trance. Her lips were parted. Her cheeks flushed as he eyes twinkled in their wide depths. Eyes focused on the front. Red nail fingers twisted brown shoulder length hair as she continued to lick her lips as if eyeing of a dessert.
Bonnie could only take a wild guess that it wasn't the information on the Black board that was making her classmate a love sick fool.
"What are they all staring at?" Bonnie heard Scott's question as he placed his book onto the desk next to Bonnie's. With Allison making her way in front of him.
Glancing around the rest of the Room. Bonnie's well shaped eyebrows rose above her mascara coated lashes. Reaching towards her hairline as she noticed that all the other girls where doing exactly the same as Stiles Girl.
Bonnie and her group of friends weren't the only ones who had noticed the change in the female population of the class. If the Glaring daggers of the boys were any give way.
"I have a feeling that it has something to do with our new teacher." She snickered as she leaned over to her bag and grabbed the book, pencil case and drink bottle from its depth.
Dragging them from the depths of her bags, as she took that time from moving bent over to take a sneak peak at their new teacher.
What she saw as she stood up, was something she would call a Nightmare.
Book's and pencil case spilled to the ground from numb fingers as her Bottle dropped onto the table and rolled towards Scott's foot. Stopping just as Bonnie stopped her movements. Her breathing. Everything, as she let her eyes focus on the new teacher standing at the front with a trademark shit eating grin in place.
Making all the girls around her swoon in their spots.
~Earlier that Day~
Damon strode into the school dressed in his black button down shirt, a pair of dark jeans and the scent of Arami coating his body. The vampire arrived just an hour before his class would start, cutting his time so that he wouldn't have to spend more time in this wretched place then needed.
Students milled around in every corner, cutting in front of him. Earning themselves glares of aggravation from the cerulean eyed stranger. He had to smirk as his eyes locked upon a pair of students, more importantly. A male hand wondering up a skirt of a girl that looked to be a year older than him. Damon silently cheered the student on, as his eyes left the M rated scene that was occurring in the corner.
The first stop he made was the Teachers' Lounge. Where, as he closed the single wooden door behind him, noticed that every single teacher was assembled together. Drinking tea or coffee and holding food in their spare hands as they whispered to one another. Damon followed the conversations that were shared privately. The lift of corners of his mouth showed his humour at the words he caught on.
Although the conversations were interesting in a second of Damon's lasting life, the scene that grew quite was a pitiful scene. Albeit the pounding of high caffeine strung blood that pounded in his ear made up for the current situation that he had placed himself in.
Damon's tongue snaked out of its cave to wipe across his lips. Licking in anticipation the moment their heart rates excelled when they all brought their attention on the stranger.
He did the rounds. Introducing himself to the teachers of the school. Shaking hands, being down right semi Stefan. No fangs baring, no insults. A flirt here, an incentive there. Plans for a snack here. And he was done with the scene before him. Only lingering around to make sure a certain date with a certain hot Latin teacher was in order for the night. Before he escaped to his second and last stop, where he would be staying for the next hour and a half of his day.
Damon couldn't help but to bark out a laugh at the irony of his situation. He had teased Stefan endlessly for going back to school. For repeating those classes over again as he himself went on an endless party of a buffet for one.
And now here he was. Damon Salvatore teaching a class.
Entering through the small wooden door. The silver hold of the handle snapped down, allowing Damon to push open the door. Stepping over the threshold and into the room. A deep breath sucked into his mouth as his eyes scoured everything in the room.
History. He was going to be teaching the same subject as Alaric.
Wondering through the classroom, marble white fingertips grazed over the desks, heading into the direction of the front.
The chairs were arranged so that there was one person to a chair. Like Mystic Falls. Although these ones were of a much lower standard and were a wooden light brown. Unlike the white clean pricy desks back at home.
The Green Blackboards hung across the front wall, wafting the scent of dust and used chalk. Standing a meter away from the wall laid out before him, was a wooden desk.
Damon let his body fall into the black plastic chair as his fingers rested against his chin. His eyes slowly descended until they were firmly shut. Damon let his breathing adapt to the rhythm that followed the drum of the footsteps outside of his door.
Students yelled to one another, collaborating with the rush of footsteps overlapping. Metal slammed against metal occasionally broke the pace, when the peers would rustle with their bags as they either placed a book into its depths or back into their rightful locker.
Betrayal seeped into his bones, even while Damon sat as still as a statue. Focusing all his attention on the students outside looking for a certain voice.
"Teaching. Imagine that." He spoke into the silence. Rolling his eyes to no one but himself.
And that was how Damon remained. Coming to terms that he was treading on his Best Friends territory, as he waited for that soft judgemental voice that matched a particular girl that did not belong here.
Damon lifted his head the moment he heard Bonnie's voice calling out to someone.
"Stiles. Who the hell names their kid Stiles?" Damon's eyebrows lifted upwards before letting half fall down, perplexed. Following the conversation by his ears, while his eyes barely took notice of the kids that were making their way to their seats.
Bonnie's voice grew louder as it joined in with another Male voice. Instantly Damon recognized them to be the two boys that were with her so early in the morning the other day.
Shifting wide eyes from one very exposed chest in front of his desk, towards the doorway where he could see the top of Bonnie's head. The brown locks hung down low and straight, moving with her movements. Her intoxicating scent melted through the sea of pounding lust scented pulses around him and reached up and caressed his blood thirst.
Damon wondered and not for the first time. If the blood that he had tasted that night she had destroyed his locket, was the same now that she was much stronger. A lot more mature. Even though Maturity was never lacking.
Stalking around the desk, he let his body lean against the hard brick behind him as he crossed his arms over his chest. Watching as she made her way to a seat directly in the middle. Followed by the two boys that he had been unfortunate to meet in a different form.
Bonnie was dressed the same as she always did when she was at Mystic Falls. But something was different. She was more open in her choice of apparel, but barely noticeable. Only Damon could notice the minor differences. Her black jeans fitted her like a glove, extending those legs of hers. Her feet were covered in ankle boots, and yes she always wore little heels. But these were long length heels. The very kind you wore when nightclubbing. Matching of her look was a black cardigan and a deep red top that neckline was recklessly plunging lower than he had ever seen her wear.
Damon's lips pulled back into place as he watched her bend forward. Her hands searching and pulling her gear from her bag. And he knew that soon she would realize that he stood there, only a few steps away. And that thought alone spilt his lips even wider. Defining the dimples even more.
Tension so thick shot into the air the moment emerald eyes had caught sight of Damon's piercing baby blues. The pounding of her heart enticed Damon in. His gums itched for realise while his eyes began to dry. The faster her heart pounded the more her heady scent wrapped itself around him.
Honey, Roses, Magic and Bonnie all mixed together to make the most delectable smell to enter the Vampires airways.
Halting the process was never difficult for Damon, but right in that moment. Smelling her fresh blood once again, it proved to be a task to rein the beast back.
"Bonnie." A pale young boy leaned all the way over his desk, Damon knew by voice alone that this one was the one with the Idiot father who called their kid Stiles. It was a wonder he didn't tip head first over the desk as he fiercely whispered towards the witch.
Damon kept his eyes locked onto the flamed olive eyes. Waiting for her to do something they both knew she couldn't do. Not without giving up who, what she was.
His knowing smile that graced his lips only deepened the glare in her eyes.
"Bonnie." The other boy fiercely whispered, the pup. Worry etched on his face as he let his gaze linger from the new teacher and back onto the frozen form of Bonnie. Not understanding what was going on.
"Bon." Stiles and Scott whispered at once, louder this time. Not enough to grab the attention of their peers.
Bonnie chose that time to snap out of her trance, as she let her lips pull back into that smile he had to admit to himself that he missed. Even knowing exactly where that smile was heading to. Damon braced himself for the pain and wasn't disappointed when it appeared. It was like a rusty nail stabbing over and over inside his head. Piercing his brain until he felt his body inch downwards. His face remained calm, even while his jaws clench together as he gritted through the agony. A couple of seconds pass, relief surged through the vampires system when he felt the pressure of her attack relent. His fast healing already working as Bonnie made to sit herself into her seat. Even after her little game, pure anger pulsated the air around her. Rising the temperature in the room, breaking them out into a sudden heat wave that caused sweat to jump from skin and made the smell of blood all that more enticing.
Damon moved his attention around the room, noticing that everyone was oddly quiet. Their eyes upon him waiting for Damon to begin the class. Standing in between desk and wall, Damon wondered how long it would take for him to compel the class to do his or her own thing while he lounged back and enjoyed his time tormenting the witch until he could get her alone and drag her home.
Damon turned his back on the class, lifted a small piece of white chalk. Letting his fingers run across the green canvas before him as he spelled out his name.
Stopping only when 'Damon Salvatore' etched itself onto the board in his hand writing.
"Damon Salvatore." He pronounced, like he was talking to a bunch of five year olds.
"Damon's fine. Mr Salvatore is my father. And we all can see that I don't look anything like him." His eyes wondered over the crowd as he spoke. Stopping on Bonnie when he finished.
"Everyone listen because I'm only going to say this once. Don't muck around with me and I won't have to." His lips pulled back into a smile. Showing his pearl white teeth. "Punish you."
The class remained silent as he made his beginning speech. His hand itched to cover itself around a bottle of alcohol. Bourbon if possible just so he could get through the rest of the hour and twenty minutes.
"So what exactly have you been working on before my dashing face graced you with its presence?" This earned him a collective giggles from the girls.
Hands shot up in the air as far as they could reach. All trying to be the one he called on. Damon watched as everyone, expect the little band of group that formed around Bonnie looked on with eager faces.
"Bonn—Miss Bennett." Damon purposely slipped, watching in amusement as all heads whipped to the sun kissed girl who was glaring at the pages laying upon her desk.
Her head slowly rose from the pen that was moving endlessly across the paper.
"I think it would be a good idea, Mr Salvatore." Her tone was forced, as Damon refrained from glaring at her choice of greetings. "To ask someone else."
"Have you not been in this class since the beginning of the term?" He asked back, slipping back into the same quarrel routines. Welcoming them with open arms.
"Of course I have been." She shot back.
"Then I am sure you are capable of telling me where everyone is at."
Murder glared in her pea green depths as she looked onto Damon and he knew that she was thinking of a hundred ways to kill him inside that little mind of hers and enjoying every scenario.
"We are finishing up our Assignments." Bonnie finally replied, earning her a winning smirk from Damon.
"And what Assignment is this?" He asked, this time to the class that had stopped watching the two like a ping pong match.
"Our own free choice Mr Sal-" A young girl at the front with short pixie cut of blonde hair, stopped when his eyes snapped towards hers. "Damon."
His lips pulled back into a distracted smile this time round.
"Well what are you waiting for? An invitation?" Back presented itself to the class once again, as Damon made his way to his chair. His smile turned to a smirk as he heard the stifled snort erupting from Bonnie over the sudden noise of paper, books, bags and bodies shuffling around.
And for the rest of the lesson. Damon sat in the chair, his heels propped against the wooden table top of the desk. Arms crossed over to hold the back of his head in his hands. Acting like he owned the place as he watched everyone work and silently talk to one another. Concentrating only on the conversations coming from the small group in the middle.
Bonnie had stated earlier that day that Chemistry was the longest lesson she had endured all of her time at attending Beacon High. But who knew how wrong she was. She would rather go and sit through a repeat of that Chemistry lesson then to sit through the rest of her History lesson with Damon as her teacher. It was like one nightmare gone completely and utterly wrong. Bonnie had found herself in the course of the time sitting in the middle of the room, pinching herself to make sure she hadn't fallen asleep and that the teacher was actually some stranger she had never met until this day. Unfortunately she was awake.
Throughout the hour and half of the long lesson, Damon kept himself stationed comfortably at the front of the class room, sitting back like he owned the classroom. Owned the damn school. His smirk never leaving his face, nor did his eyes on her. Bonnie knew the every single wiggle of his eyebrows, the taunting smirk that widen when he would catch her staring, and the constant staring was all to get under her skin. Bonnie had to even admit to herself that it had worked.
Remaining in her seat, the seat she hadn't so much as budge and inch from the moment she sat down. Bonnie's bag laid before her with her bottle, pencil case and books once again returned to the protective depths as she waited for the group of girls to leave Damon so she could have a word with him. With or without Magic.
Nodding her head towards the wavering last two members of the students. Scott and Stiles stood by the door, looking onto Bonnie with clear expressions that if she needed backup to just say the word. Bonnie merely shook her head and waited until the door was firmly shut before she let her lips move into a silent whisper.
Chanting a spell, only to be stopped half way.
"Uh uh." Damon stated as he turned around to face Bonnie. His index finger moving side to side. "I wouldn't do that if I was you. Unless you plan to throw me against a wall and have your naughty way with me. Just think a little scandalous teacher student classroom fun."
His eyebrows wiggled as his cocky smirk made its appearance.
"I won't tell if you don't." He winked towards the moving witch.
"What do you think you're doing here?" Bonnie ignored his words, only allowing the disgust on her face show him how completely repulsed she was. Instead asked the question that had been burning on the tip of her tongue since the first moment she saw him.
"Is that any way in talking to your teacher Miss Bennett." Damon smirk grew wider as he stepped forward. Invading her personal space.
"Is this some sick joke of yours?" Bonnie sucked in a deep breath.
"Hey, look everyone Bonnie hasn't been here for months. Lets just suddenly go and find her, mess up the life she has worked for just because Damon can or." Pausing for dramatic affect. Stiles had truly rubbed off on her. "Because Elena has asked begged for someone to come get me?"
A cold dry laughter rippled through the air, mixing in with the heated air of the anger that was spilling from her skin.
"Whatever Elena wants, Elena gets. Isn't that right Damon? You would do anything for her. Bend over and submit your neck like a werewolf." Bonnie finished with a definite snap of her arms locking under her chest.
Damon leaned down until Bonnie felt his nose ghost across her own.
"Nope." His lips popped on the letter 'p' "You've got it all wrong Witchy."
"Oh really?" Bonnie cut him off. "Oh how could I forget. What Damon wants, Damon gets."
"Finally remembered that Judgy?" His condescending voice stroke the angry flames burning within her.
"Well guess what. I am not going home with you. I am not going back to fix whatever problems you have back at Mystic Falls. I. don't. care." She jutted out a finger, poking into Damon's chest.
Her first mistake.
A short gasp halted before escaping her lips as she was assaulted with a silent image of Elena. Elena as a Vampire just standing there with her fangs bared and her lips moving. No sound left her mouth but she could make out the words. It was clear in her eyes surrounded by veins.
No no, this isn't what I want to see.
"Did you get to see our future?" Damon spoke, bringing her back to the present. "Do tell me it's a rumble in the sheets."
Bonnie took a big step back, holding up her hand to stop Damon from moving closer.
"You're disgusting."
"Don't deny your feelings Bonbon. It won't do any good for you. All that need bottling up inside of you."
Olive eyes latched onto Piercing Blue. Lips turned into a scowl as she searched his blank face, looking for something. Something that would tell her exactly why Damon had come here of all places and so out of the blue. The quiet air around them crackled with the building tension between them.
"Why are you here Damon?" Bonnie finally broke the heated silence.
"You know the deal Witch. Once your beloved 'Sister' of yours chooses. The other leaves Mystic Falls."
"So you just so happen to choose my town and become my History teacher because Elena chose Stefan?" Emerald eyes rolled, as the unspoken sarcastic 'right' hung in the air.
"You're the one that goes on about Fate and all that other crap." Damon stated with a shrug of his shoulders.
"I don't believe you Damon. I know you." Bonnie paused as she corrected herself. "I understand you. You are here because you have a plan up in that psychotic mind of yours. It somehow has something to do with me otherwise you wouldn't be in this town."
"Fine." Damon stated with an emphasise of a wave of hands in the air.
Dramatic Much.
"They need you. Elena needs you." Bonnie knew exactly what he was doing when he threw the Elena card on the table. She couldn't help but snort as her eyelashes lowered further down, as he earned himself a painful aneurysm.
"Get this through that thick skull of yours Damon." She towered over the Vampire on his knees, continuing her assault on his mind. "I am not going to go back simply because you guys need a Witch to solve your Problems. Elena is dead do you understand that Damon? She is gone. My only human connection. My Bond I had with her is gone. There is nothing for me there." With that she turned around on the heels of her boots and turned to exit the classroom. Grabbing her bag in the process.
Slinging the strap over her shoulder as she flung open the door. Barley missing Scott's nose that hung to close to the door.
"Sorry." She muttered as she walked vigorously from the room. Stares followed in Bonnie's wake, and at the trail left behind by the jogging Scott and Stiles. The threesome making their way outside where surprisingly to Stiles and Bonnie, Derek stood leaning against his car with the typical Derek frown pulling at his eyebrows.
"He's—" Bonnie spoke towards the figure on the car, not even getting anything else out when her name being called stopped her.
Turning around on the heels of her ankle black boots, just in time to watch the opening double doors close behind a furious Damon.
Bonnie stood between the steps and Derek's sleek car, the man in speaking suddenly appeared by Bonnie's side. A warning growl slipping through his pre-licked lips as he continued to move forward until he was on an angle in front of Bonnie.
"Move it Fido." Damon stated the moment he reached the group.
"If you try that again Leech. I will rip out your throat with my bare teeth." Derek warned, his voice growing lower as his words came out through waves of growling.
"How sweet." Damon mocked. "Got yourself a guard dog Judgy?"
"Damon, Don't." Bonnie warned as she looked to Stiles and Scott. The latter moving to protect Bonnie on the other side.
On the side that Bonnie could see Scott, she watched as his lip lifted until it was shaped into a snarl. His hands balled by his side, as the try to lock in his anger that was barely holding itself in.
Bonnie made a point of her head towards Stiles the moment his eyes connected with hers, and jabbed in Scot's general direction. Her intentions clear on her face.
"Come on Scott." Stiles approached the shaking Beta. Pulling on his arm to move him away from the chest banging Supernatural's.
"Scott." Stiles tired again finally getting through to the hard headed werewolf. Leaving the testorone filled air to stand in the breathable air of the sidelines.
"Good little pup. Leave this to the big boys." Damon let his head cock to the side, eyes wondering over to the Growling teenager. Rolling his eyes at the pathetic werewolf before him the moment he caught the flash of yellow that appeared in his brown eyes.
"Now lets cut to the chase." Damon spoke, as he took a step forward. Not close enough for the other to wrap his teeth onto Damon. But close enough to invade personal space.
In that moment, Bonnie wondered how she wasn't chocking from the tension that amped the moment Damon moved even closer towards the Werewolf who hated invasion of privacy and space.
"I'm taking Bonnie back home. You can run along with your tail between your legs. And maybe just maybe I won't rip your heart out and serve it to your little pup over there in a silver bowl carved with Rex on it."
"She's not going anywhere with you." Derek's voice laced with a growl as he glared at the Vampire.
"You think you can stop me. She's coming."
"She's not going anywhere with you." Derek repeated.
"What are you going to do about that Pup? Going to try and stop me?" Damon let his lips pull up into a grin. His eyes roaming over the shorter man before him.
"Cut the crap both of you." Bonnie shoved her way in the middle of the chest baring males. Glaring at both of them. "Remember last time Damon? Klaus isn't here and by the time you get to him. It will be too late." Bonnie reminded him with a killer glare.
Damon let his eyes zero in on Bonnie. His lips pulling back it an even tighter smile. His gaze never leaving hers. Damon leaned his head backwards, his body twisted around until he turned on the heels of his shoes and marched his way to his car.
Standing still, eyes following after a utterly clam and simmering Vampire. All Bonnie could hope for in that moment was that there was no blood on the news when she woke up the next day. She had half a mind to go after Damon to make sure he didn't do anything stupid.
Bonnie remained with her back presented to Derek. Her hands balled into a fist, anger still coursing through her veins. A littler shimmered down, but still heating her sun-kissed skin. When Bonnie could no longer hear Damon who had sped off the moment he slammed his door shut behind him. Did Bonnie turn on the Werewolf.
"I get that you are protecting me." Bonnie tried to say in a clam voice. But as much as she took deep breaths it didn't take the hard bite out of her tone. "But I can look out for myself and I hate reminding you of last time Derek."
"You're a part of my Pack Bonnie. I protect what's mine." Was all that he said as he let his eyes drop from the spot Damon had disappeared from to Bonnie who stood in front of him.
Note: You have no idea how much I wanted Bonnie to do a Harry Potter moment there and go "How dare you stand where he stood." I must apologize for my long absence. I have had the internet gone for over a week and I tell you it was one long week. So I have finally got it back today and finally posted up the next chapter. Thank you for reading. :)