And here we go, another one-shot. The first meeting between Bonnie Bennett & Damon Salvatore and one of my personal faves so far. Hope you all enjoy XD
Killerkaiser xx
Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries but if I did, I have two sure fire ways their ratings would go up even further: Bonnie & Damon would get together, and the boys would be forced to do each episode shirtless ;) (and possibly wet for the specials!)...
Summary: a look at the first meeting of Bonnie & Damon
As the Fates would have it, it appeared that any relationship between Bonnie Bennett and Damon Salvatore was doomed from the start – their first meeting was nothing more than a screaming testament to this.
When Damon had overheard the Salvatore Boarding House's two resident lovebirds discussing Elena's best friend Bonnie's revelation as a witch, his interest had been immediately ensnared. Stefan was well aware of Damon's fondness for witches (why the conversation was being held a floor above him in hushed tones), but then, Damon didn't really think he could be blamed: not only was witch's blood purely addictive, but their powers often made them strong, cocky and not afraid to beat him around a bit – witches, in short, were fun.
So naturally, the moment Damon heard there was one in Mystic Falls, a descendant of the Bennett line no less… well, he was just being begged to look into it.
Especially since this Bonnie person was a best friend of Elena's, and therefore off-limits, making the allure all the stronger.
So the next morning, once he was sure Stefan had skipped off to class and Elena and her friend were grabbing their stuff for a free period, Damon made his way casually into the school hallway. There were still enough people hanging around so that he couldn't do anything he considered fun, but at least Elena and Stefan wouldn't overreact (he knew his dear brother would sense his arrival) since it wasn't like he could get up to anything.
His first taste of the witch was literally that – her taste. He could smell her blood so thickly he was surprised his eyes weren't turning black. What surprised him more, however, was the amount of raw power brimming under the surface of her human body (and what a body it was). That of course was the second thing that caught his attention.
The third thing: the look the she gave him.
Elena and Stefan had obviously filled her in on Damon and his past exploits, because the look she gave him was colder than anything Elena and Stefan had ever tried, and those two he actually had done things to upset. Bonnie however, gave him a look that was cool, cutting, harsh and in all honesty, displayed a surprising amount of loathing for someone she had never actually met.
Two things occurred to him in that moment, one of which was that Bonnie was most definitely a loyal friend, through and through, to show so much contempt for a total stranger – apparently in her world, hurting her friends was unforgivable. The other thing was that even when he met people that hated him right from the start, there was always that minute flash of lust and shock in their eyes when they saw how mesmerizing a package pure evil could be. Damon may have been a bastard to all ends of the earth, but even his worst enemies couldn't resist the effects of his entire, sex-god being.
But when his piercing blue eyes met Bonnie's wild green ones, there was no attraction, no recognition of his looks or hypnotic energy. There was no flash of the longing and lust he had long grown accustomed to. Bonnie Bennett, it seemed, was completely immune to him.
And that reaction was the first step towards their future.
Bonnie was actually the first to notice him, her powers already strong enough to sense the presence of another deadly creature. Her eyes flashed over to his, and after a second or so, Elena realized that Bonnie wasn't paying attention to her, and turned to see what was happening. Her face fell the moment she saw Damon and her voice when she spoke was as hostile and unforgiving as sweet Elena Gilbert could manage.
"Damon."
"Morning ladies," was Damon's casual reply, tipping an imaginary hat their way.
"What the hell are you doing here, Damon?"
Sensing that Elena was not in the mood to play his games, Damon spoke in all seriousness.
"I've come here to kill you and drain your blood in a very graphic, public display."
In truth he probably should have seen that that wouldn't improve the situation. "Please," he snorted, a familiar mocking edge to his voice. "I've been around a while, I'm not gonna be stupid enough to attack you in broad daylight."
"And yet you're stupid enough to turn up at our school anyway."
Intriguingly, Bonnie's voice sung of the same hidden power that seethed through her veins, edged with a cynicism and hostility that brought a smirk back to his lips.
"Ah, so you must be the little witch."
Her expression was cool, unconcerned, as if she wasn't openly facing down a sociopathic vampire. "Can I help you?"
"Oh I'm sure you could," Damon grinned at her suggestively, finding her surprisingly easy and enjoyable to flirt with.
"But," he said, reluctantly glancing away from her face and clapping his hands together, "I'm here on business, not…" He gave another suggestive pause, eyes flicking towards Bonnie. "…other things."
To his surprise she didn't look away from him or make any sounds of contempt. She simply kept her gaze determinedly fixed on his. Reluctantly, he drew his own eyes away to say, "I'm looking for my brother."
Of course, Damon knew exactly where Stefan was.
It was Bonnie though who answered, before Elena could. "Well, he's obviously not here… or are you blind as well as stupid?"
The blatant insult in her voice made Elena give a shocked gasp and whisper desperately "Bonnie!"
Damon however, was loving it. "I like her," he said cheerfully to Elena. "She's mean."
Elena chose not to answer that, and simply asked tiredly "What do you want Damon?"
"Her," was his immediate reply. When Bonnie still wouldn't take that judging look off her face, and he heard Elena make an irritated sound, he finally admitted to saying "No, in all seriousness, I do need to speak to my brother. You know where he is?"
Elena of course would not want to bother Stefan with something as trivial as his brother being an ass (after all, what was new?), so she remained silent. This only prompted Damon further.
"No? Shame." He shrugged, not feeling shameful at all. "Oh well," he said cheerfully, looking to Bonnie again. "At least that leaves us with some quality time to spend together."
For some reason, Damon found himself incapable of talking to her without making every sentence sound suggestive.
He was rewarded when Bonnie, instead of opting for sensible silence as Elena did, met his challenge by asking coldly "Is there anything else we can do for you? Before you leave?"
Damon didn't even feel guilty about his next words, because she had put herself in this position. "Oh I'm sure there are lots of things you could do for me."
What he didn't expect was the blatant fury he could see brewing behind her hypnotizing eyes.
"Hmm, well, I could start by ripping your head off." Elena actually had to grab a hold of her shoulder.
"Oh, I like her," Damon reiterated, even more sure of it now. "I like her a lot.
Elena had obviously decided (for Damon's own safety no doubt) that this game was finished.
"Leave Damon. Now."
"Alright, alright," he conceded, deciding this was a nice place for his little encounter with the witch to end. "I can see where I'm not wanted. Story of my life. But if you see my brother, send him my way will you?"
Of course, there was no way Damon was missing out on the opportunity given. "Or you know," he said, eyeing Bonnie suggestively again. "Send her…. Maybe just her."
He was inwardly congratulating himself on the sly wink he gave the witch that caused Elena to have to grab a hold of her friend's arm and visibly restrain her.
Bonnie still wouldn't back down though, and fought to get at him. "Okay come on, just let me…!"
Elena put all her strength into holding Bonnie back, as Damon watched with great enjoyment. "No Bonnie!" Elena said firmly, probably more for Damon's benefit that Bonnie's. Damon said no more, simply grinned, gave them a mock salute, and strolled away.
That first meeting was the spark to what would soon become the all-consuming fire of their connection.
Damon had never met someone who had so visibly hated him from the kick-off, and he couldn't really explain why it excited him so much. Not only that, but the witch had a surprisingly cold attitude for someone as fiery as her.
She had to be both powerful and gutsy to try and physically attack him in the school hallway, and that just served to intrigue him even more. He could tell right from the start that pissing off Bonnie would soon become his favorite past-time. All he had to do was spend some time around her and that loathing would become annoyance, the annoyance irritation, the irritation exasperation, the exasperation an easy combination of flirtation and relaxed teasing.
At least that was what he hoped, because he had a feeling that Bonnie was going to be the rarity that never did quite what he expected. In truth, he was already surprised by how much of himself he saw in her.
For Bonnie Bennett was an inhuman paradox, wrapped inside a delectable looking shell… or armor, depending how you looked at.
She was kind, loyal, caring and fiercely protective towards those who were important to her. But she was also of two worlds, one of which where she was dark, unrestrained and wild as the nature that her powers were borne from.
Damon may have long ago given up on being kind and caring (although he would later find that maybe he still had that capacity); he may have been only loyal to himself (again, that in time would change); but when he found something to protect, something to possess, he was just as fiercely protective as Bonnie was. More than that, he saw reflected in her the same capacity for darkness, destruction and cruelty he himself possessed in the unrestrained power of her witchy abilities.
However, Bonnie possessed something Damon did not (at least not yet): balance.
She had the ability to throw away her humanity, exist as a being of power, and yet, not give in to the monster she could become. She transformed the monster into a second-skin, an image of immortality, strength, beauty, an unparalleled combination of all that was deadly and desirable. In the future, she would wield the same capacity for cruelty and ruthlessness as Damon did, and after she embraced vampirism, she may have become as Damon was, separated from all of those beneath her.
But she finally chose to embrace the power of the witch and the monster of the vampire, both the good and the bad, and after a time, Damon was able to do the same.
He discovered the same thrill in a life where he wasn't hated by everyone. Of course, he never changed: he fed on humans, took unfair pleasure in tormenting his brother and annoying his brother's girlfriend, even after she became one of them. But he could be sarcastic and dirty, flirtatious and sinister, without being a monster. Damon could be as much as an ass as he was now, and Bonnie could be just as much of a bitch to him, but they could do so without existing soulless, lost, monsters by choice.
Of course all of this was a way off yet. Right now, it was just about the Simply Complicated Art of Enjoying Enjoyment.
And there it is, my dream initial meeting between Damon & Bonnie. Dreaming. About Damon. Shirtless. Getting people to review...