"Fuck, why don't they move? We can't see anything!" Damon said, flustered as he tried to spot Bonnie and Marcel in the crowd, but the fans who was laughing and drinking, was jumping also in all directions, spoiled the view.

"He will come," Alaric said, annoyed.

"Yeah, he'd better come now," said Damon. It had already been two hours that he had waited to see his Bonbon and he was tired of waiting. The glasses of bourbon he had drunk had given him enough courage to go see her in the bar. He sized up the pros and cons, he wanted to see her but he did not want to be disappointed, he just wanted to go home and write some obscenities at Sugar Bonbon but now he had to face it sooner or later.

Meanwhile, Marcel was talking with Bonnie. He was careful not to tell too many lies; he was not Damon Salvatore. Marcel was subtle, quieter, less impulsive and thinking before still saying the wrong thing. Bonnie practically drooled on Marcel, he was beautiful and protective, taller than she and his smile made her stupid. Bonnie could even forget the previous two weeks as if it hadn't been real. What was real, it was that Marcel was with her and they'd had a good evening. They drank their drinks without noticing the time wich passed but at some point, Marcel looked at his watch and made a sad face.

"You have to go somewhere? "Bonnie asked

"I don't want to go anywhere without you," he smiled. He was not going to let her go so easily, he thought. If Damon hasn't had the courage to come to see her, so he might be a chance with Bonnie.

"I would never have thought that you'd be so cute ... it's a bit far from what you promised to do when you will see me."

"What did I promise you? You can refresh my memory, Bonbon," he said, taking a sip from his glass of Picardy.

"You told me you that you will fuck me in the toilet," she said, laughing and Marcel was almost choked while drinking.

"Yep, I know I had the same reaction when I read the text ... you're funny Marcel."

"And you're beautiful... you have an accent."

"Yes, I come from England but I am American at heart. I want to be here... I feel good here, I feel at home, I feel like I'm where I should be," she said, a little pensive, as she thought of how she could say that she will go to Scotland soon. She didn't want to spoil their evening by talking about it and he was more than an FBI agent, he couldn't help anyway, that's what she thought.

"I understand ... my grandmother was French."

"Yes, Antoine is very French ... I love Marcellus ... but I do not know, it's sound like a little Gladiator," she smiled and he laughed.

"Gladiator, hmm? If it is what you want, I will be your Gladiator."

"Thank you for just now, it was very heroic Marcel, I think anyone would have done nothing, everybody is drinking beers... I don't know what I did do without you"

"Protect and serve, I'll be here when you will need my service. Bonbon"

"I like you to call me like that."

"I like to call you like that," he said, licking his lips. He smiled and his white teeth were perfect, Bonnie did not help but smile back. He looked at her intensely and his eyes fell on her lips, her lips in the bow of Cupid. She gasped imagining what his kiss feel like.

Take yourself, Bonnie, it is your first date

"thinking about it, you lied to me, so you deserve a punishment," she said suddenly and Marcel raised an eyebrow.

"I think this situation is one where I am the one who has the means and the power to punish you, I will punish you in my own way and you never want to be wise."

"Oh my God, stop it, Mister Blue," she said, blushing. He wanted to caress her but his phone rang and seeing the ID he frowned. He had the phone in hand but he hadn't answered, Bonnie noticed it and she frowned. "Uh, Marcel ... I told you that I went out with a married man and I want to be frank with you, if you lied to me and you're married, I—"

"No! No, I'm not married. It's just... I didn't come alone. I have friends who are waiting for me at the other end of the restaurant and they're harassing me to give them information about you."

"Oh, they were afraid for you? you? G.I Joe in person?" she laughed.

" No but friends are hard to dismiss when it comes to our love life. Proof: your blonde friend who's been staring at me from the beginning of our conversation. She looks like detective gadget, every time when I meet her eyes, she gets something from her pocket to pretend to be busy!" he said, and they both burst out laughing.

"Yes, that's my friend Caroline, she is a little fool but she is my Care."

"Yes, I think I'll introduce you to my friends and then we can go somewhere where we can spend the rest of our evening without eyes watching?"

"Uhm, I don't know. Maybe you're a psychopath who has chosen to become a policeman to suppress his murderous emotions and maybe tonight you'll kill me and cut me into pieces."

"Okay, if I take you to see my office at the FBI, will it reassure you?" he said doubtfully and Bonnie's face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"I ... I'm so happy," she said, smiling. Bonnie was studying journalism, she thought that it might be useful to see where he works, her mind wandered to all information he could give her but she quickly came to reality when his hand snaked around her waist. He pressed lightly on her back, pulling her towards him as he leaned over and Bonnie stopped breathing. He smiled seeing her expression and brought his face to her ear.

"And I don't give interviews if that's what you're thinking ... I know that I have said many times but I think I will not tire of telling you ... you're beautiful," he whispered to hollow of her ear, unaware of the sensation of his hot breath, and he clenched his hand on the small of her back himself up. Bonnie felt faint, all they had shared together with text and now this, she wanted to go play with the lottery card, she felt so lucky.

"Okay ..." she said softly, he did not hear it because she spoke almost inaudibly but he read the word on her lips and nodded. Marcel slid his hand to take her hand, she lowered her gaze to their connected hands and smiled as he led her through the crowd to the other side of the restaurant. Bonnie turned around to mime "Oh my God" to Caroline, who was watching them get away with an excited look. Caroline gave a thumbs up for her that she found it hot too. Klaus next to her looked at her bored and he wanted to take his girlfriend to go elsewhere but Caroline was not ready to leave without all the gossip from Bonnie.

Marcel's hand framed her small hand perfectly, they walked for a few minutes before reaching the restaurant.

Damon POV

"Ahhh he comes to save me ... and He comes with Bonbon," said Ric and I looked directly at them.

When I saw her, I knew...I knew that she was the one... she was my future.

she was so beautiful, so perfect that I regretted my choice when I saw that Marcel was holding her hand. She had not lied to me, she was short, as she had said, with no chest but her hips were well drawn, I was sure that if she turned around I would get a nosebleed. She looked at me and smiled.

Damn it! Her smile! She will be the death of me for sure

I blinked quickly, thinking that I was dreaming. I wondered how such a pretty girl had ended up on a dating site, I spoke every day at a nuclear bomb but I did not know it. Yeah, I was stupid, I should go see her myself but I ... I did not know ... I'm just the king of all idiots.

"Good evening," Bonnie reaching out to Alaric, he bowed and she held out her hand to Damon but he just looked at her with his piercing blue eyes. Bonnie found his eyes superb, a clear blue, the kind of blue that we could not see everywhere, the kind of blue that mesmerizes. She lowered her hand, biting her lip, a little disappointed.

"Damon! Damon, politeness! Politeness!" Alaric said.

"Yes, of course," Damon grinned arrogantly as he rose and took Bonnie's hand to give her a chaste kiss on her palm. She gasped as she felt his lips on her palm and she quickly withdrew her hand. She was embarrassed by the situation, she thought that Damon was a friend of Marcel so he shouldn't touch her like that. "Excuse me, my head was elsewhere, Blackbird."

"Blackbird," she said, squinting as she looked Marcel who seemed to want to put Damon on the electric chair. "Mister Blue often called me like that when he wanted to annoy me," she said, smiling and Damon smiled. She was beautiful, Damon was a handsome man, unquestionably sexy and from the very expensive look of his clothes to the Rolex on his wrist, Bonnie knew that he was a rich man.

"I know," he said, smiling but he turned his head toward Marcel and his smile vanished instantly. Alaric sat and watched them without knowing how to defuse the situation. Marcel took Bonnie's hand and she looked at him with an interrogative look but she thought about something and she ripped her hand from he causing the two men to watch them curiously.

"You ... you showed our conversations to your friends," she said, looking at the three men in succession that said nothing. "Marcel?" She said, crossing her arms.

"No, I did not... I just showed what I used to talk to you and I said Blackbird and this..." Marcel lied again once but Damon did not return to his play.

"I'm Mister Blue," Damon said, looking into Bonnie's eyes. She squinted in confusion and Marcel really wanted to kill him. Alaric had put his hand over his face, blowing out in annoyance.

"I don't understand... who is Mister Blue?" she asked annoyed.

"I am Mister Blue," Damon repeated.

"But... Marcel... I don't understand," she said, looking at Marcel who did not know what to say, or where to start. It was his fault too. He continued to lie along the evening pretending to be Damon, he had not really thought about how it had to happen with Damon.

"He did not know how you would react when he asked me to introduce me to his place," Marcel said finally.

"Ok ... so you... you're a liar, you... you are fearful and you...you are grumpy I guess," she said pointing her finger to them "Okay... I understand"

"I know it's a weird situation, but it's just a misunderstanding that does not change the fact that it is with me that you spoke every day for two weeks and all that I told you was true, "Damon said

"When you told me that you were a black man and a student of 24-year-old , you lied to me," she said, and Damon pursed his lips. "What was that? Some kind of experiment on how it feels to be black or ... you just wanted to have fun with a black girl?"

"Blackbird! Well, I am not a racist if that's what you meant! If I was I would not have to keep writing to you, damn it, I wouldn't even have come here" Damon said.

"Okay ... I'll go now," she said, and she turned to leave them but Marcel spoke before she could.

"Wait Bonnie ... I had a good time with you and I know you too ... I know that I lied but give me a chance ... give me a chance to see you again" Marcel said as Damon also made his way toward them.

"I ..." she was confused, her eyes flickered between Damon and Marcel, she did not know what to do. "I do not know ... I have to leave," she almost ran to the bar to find Caroline. Damon and Marcel were standing watching her go without saying anything. When she disappeared from their sight, Damon started talking.

"What the hell are you doing? It was my damn date, Marcellus," Damon said angrily, "I do not give a shit about what you think about her, she is mine, you did not even know her before you seen her"

"So I guess that it will be at her to choose who she wants to keep talking to, I have her number and now I have a chance to know her too, I want to and I don't give a shit about what you think either," Marcel said, also angry.

"Do not provoke me Marcellus! You don't know what I am capable of doing, you don't know me!"

"Oh, I know you. You're a rich divorced guy who believes that the world belongs to him but I don't think that you know what I can do either!"

"Shhh calm down! It is useless! I don't think that she will talk to either of you," Alaric said, putting himself between the two men who were throwing dangerous looks at each other.

"We'll see," Marcel said and started walking toward the exit. Damon sat and drank his bourbon glass with a snap.

"I'm not the only one who has crappy ideas ... your idea was a real idea of shit" Damon said.

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