"Meet and Greet: Part 1/2" Chapter 7 Rating: Mature Pairing: Bonnie/Damon
Playlist: Cesaria Evora: Sodade Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They belong to L.J. Smith/The CW…-_-All mistakes are mine!
A/N: School/work is tomorrow for whoever has. There's a snow storm in my area, so hopefully I can freakin sleep in! Anyway, the meet and greet with the rest of the Salvatores will be split up in to 2 chapters. Enjoy!
ps- In this story I'm taking the whole Italian family thing and culture back to it's roots. Think of the Godfather, or other Italian mobster films/books. My Salvatore family in this story will be a bit more old school with tradition and respect, values etc...
"Don't be an ass Noah, I'm serious" Bonnie threatened grilling her little brother, rolling her eyes as he smirked.
"Just open the door Bon, I need to see if this guy's legit. Don't want this to be a repeat of the Jeremy or…Ben incidents…I'm just trying to protect to you" Noah said, staring back at her, not backing down, remembering Rudy's words.
Sighing, Bonnie fought back the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, but refrained and nodded her head. "Yea I know, thanks…let's continue to keep that between us okay?" She asked him, not wanting to look back on her horrible past, let alone with guys she would never trust with any female. What happened happened…that should always be let in the past.
"I know, I know…okay just open the door!" Noah whispered loudly.
"Just a heads up, I can hear you both talking, I'll just be waiting in the car if that makes you comfortable" Damon chuckled from behind the door.
Cursing loudly, Bonnie threw a hand over her mouth. "Shit, sorry! Holy shit, Noah move" She moaned pushing him out of the way.
Slowly opening the front door, Bonnie saw that he didn't in fact walk back towards his car, but had his back faced towards her, with his hands in his pants.
"Umm, hi, sorry about that" Bonnie blushed, waiting for him to turn around.
"It's fine, it's pretty nice out anyway- Damon stopped short the minute he spun around gazing down at the beautiful girl in front of him.
He stood there gazing at her, entranced by her beauty, unable to find the words to respond back to her. The way her long legs and hips complimented her tight knee length long sleeved black dress, and her long luscious locks fell down her back and shoulders smelling like sweet fruit corrupted his senses. He then focused on her soft mocha skin glistening in the light, and her lips, those red plump soft lips looking so appetizing and distracting all at the same time. Damon Salvatore was not one to get lost so deeply in ones looks. Of course he had to date, fuck and be around the beautiful and reckless, but that's all it was. The beauty was something that was typical. From exotic looking girls, to odd but curiously hot girls, to the plane janes which seventy percent of the models he's associated with looked all similar in his eyes. He could call a good looking girl from a mile, but this girl, this girl was different and he didn't know why.
"Uh, um this is Noah, my baby brother" She eyed him, wondering why he was looking at her so strangely.
"Bonnie" Noah growled.
"I meaaan, my younger brother, yes, that's what I meant" Bonnie hid a giggle tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Bon it's a little chilly outside, maybe you should wait in the car for a second" The young brown eyed boy said, crossing his arms, grilling the tall dark haired man.
"What the fuck are you saying" Bonnie squinted.
"Yea, that's probably a good idea, just for a second, we need to talk man to, man" Damon agreed, watching in amusement as Bonnie looked at the both of them like they were crazy.
"You know, I would ask what the hell is going on right now, but there's too much testosterone for me to handle, so I-I'll be in the car" Bonnie finished as she slipped on her step mother's five inch black pumps and headed for his…his porche?! God damn.
"Watch your step" Damon chuckled as she so cutely recovered from her small trip over the cement ground. He waited till she safely got in to his car, loving the way his car complimented her.
"So. You're practically a celebrity. And celebrity hot shots like yourself tend to ruin girls in the process of their fame and glory. I would like to know what your intentions are with my big sister" Noah said, crossing his arms, sizing the much older and larger man.
Damon's eye brow rose as he listened to the little kid with spunk. He leaned against the open door in front him and looked down at the tanned skinned boy.
"This really isn't a date. Your sister did a pretty cool thing today at work with my nephew. He had an accident, and well my family just invited her over for dinner to thank her for helping him. Innocent and safe, I promise. I would never hurt her" Damon said seriously, waiting the kid to reply.
"Hm. That does sound like her. Freakin Super Girl. That's why I love her…" Noah bowed his head for a second before looking back up at Damon. "Look just don't hurt her okay?" Noah added.
"I'll fuck up anyone who does kid" Damon replied uncrossing his arms, extending his hand to Noah.
"Sounds good. But I still don't trust you completely. Maybe seventy percent" Noah said shaking his hand.
"That's probably the nicest compliment I've had yet" He responded chuckling.
As they were on the road, Bonnie had shifted uncomfortable about five times in the ten minutes they had been driving, making Damon curious about her odd behavior. He looked over her for the second time, and tried not to imagine shoving his head in between her thighs. He wanted to know so much about her, but was hesitant, because he knew she'd want to know about him and he wasn't willing to give up all the answers.
"So, your brother" He started, smirking at the little handsome fella who sized him up better than half the man bitches he'd dealt occasional business with.
"Yes, he's white, I'm black and I'm adopted. If that's what you're trying to get at. A lot of people get confused" Bonnie blushed, licking her lips.
"That wasn't my question. If that's what you were wondering. And for the record, it's not anything new I've seen. It's America, home of the diverse, it's the future, nothing wrong with that" Damon replied smiling, turning to see her surprised reaction.
"Crap, sorry. It's just…umm never mind…What about my brother?" She smiled crossing her legs.
"Well he's a sweet kid. Really looks out for you. Couldn't believe the balls he had actually"
"Oh God, what did he say, I apologize in advanced for anything he might have mentioned" Bonnie laughed.
"No no, like I said, he cares about you, and just making sure my intentions are pure" He whispered, causing a chill to run down her spine.
Bonnie's eyes grew wide, not really sure how to respond, but wanted to keep the conversation light and…non-seductive, though it was quite difficult with his sexy ass just sitting there like a hot ass Greek-God.
The moment she laid eyed on him when he appeared on her door step, made her heart drop. He was gentleman enough to actually walk to her door and waited to she got out like they did in those cheesy seventies films. She honestly though he's just text her to come out and jump in. Not that she wouldn't have mind, but the change up was pretty nice. Not only that but he looked absolutely handsome in what seemed to be a new edition from of their famous designer line. Bonnie didn't think a tux could look any different than another, but his yelled sophisticated, laid back, sexy, hot, and famous all over it. It was perfect and he looked so attractive. She honestly didn't know that celebrities could actually be this hot in real life. Damon definitely gave justice to that belief.
"Are you alright?" He asked, knocking her out of her thoughts.
"Perfect, just a little nervous. Can I be honest for a second?" She asked biting her lip.
"Only if you stop with that lip biting Bonnie. Please". He begged, gripping the steering wheel, and facing back at the road.
Bonnie's breath hitched remembering today's earlier incident and how demanding he was about well a lot of things, yet alone the fact that he couldn't handle when she did what she always did naturally, and that was biting her lip. She frowned slightly before continuing with the conversation.
"Well…you're kinda a celebrity, a member of one of the biggest fashion icons in history" She turned in her seat towards him, gulping at his intense gaze.
"That I am" He said matter afactly.
"I'm a typical seventeen year old girl" She continued.
"That you are?" He questioned in response, surprised she was so young. The way she carried herself around and acted made him assume she was at least twenty. This might be a problem, he thought.
Just as she thought he was going to turn the next street, Bonnie began to notice he was taking some sort of short cut as he drove through what seemed like a forest on a rocky road, and deserted land. They past trees and trees, and more rows of trees, and beautiful bushes until they stopped at a large massive ancient look gate on the peak of a tall hill.
"I-I am. And this right now…your family inviting me over for dinner at your house is just very…like…well…" Bonnie blushed, enable to find the words.
"It's very overwhelming, and this isn't your typical environment" He finished off for her, nodding.
"Exactly" She sighed. "I don't know, I'm just not used to this okay? So if I get a little off put you'll know why" She smiled softly.
"You're different" He stated, glad the car wasn't moving so he could just have a minute to stare at her again. Why does he always change the subject?
"W-what?" She asked shocked at what seemed to be a random compliment.
"You have a beautiful spirit about yourself Bambina" He said, running a finger down her cheek and over her lip.
Bonnie froze, she didn't know how to explain it but his touch was something she didn't think she could ever get used to. Not like I'd ever had the chance anyway. I'm probably his charity case of the month.
Shaking her head and realizing how close they had gotten, Bonnie slowly moved back in to her seat. She hated how uncomfortable he made her and how he was always watching her embarrassing reactions to everything, especially because of him. He winded down his window and clicked a small button beside a black speaker and spoke in Italian.
"Sono io, aprire la porta". (It's me, open the gate)
A second later, there was a response. "Il signor Salvatore, il tuo padre vorrebbe avere una parola con voi una volta voi e i vostri ospiti sono risolte". (Welcome , your father would like to have a word with you once you and your guest are settled)
"Grande" (Great) Damon sighed, pinching the top of his nose.
Bonnie couldn't handle it. Let alone the fact that the Damon Salvatore was hot, but the way he spoke in Italian made her Bonnie feel things she wished she wouldn't feel in the presence of such sexiness. Oh Lawd.
As they pulled up off the hill and in to the gated property Bonnie's eyes grew wide. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Driving up to behind his massive gate and actually driving in to his family's home was a different story altogether. It wasn't simply a house no, neither was it just a mansion. It was a freakin estate, a huge ass magnificent Old Italian looking estate. Yes Bonnie knew he came from money, but this was old money. Bonnie's heart started to pound. She knew she was being absolutely ridiculous, but all of this was just so much to take in, and she hadn't even faced the scariest part: Meeting his family. Deciding to keep her cool for the tenth time, Bonnie let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, and looked over towards the handsome man.
"Damon? What's wrong?" She asked, seeing his demeanour shift.
"Nothing. Nothing you have to worry about. Let me get your door" He brushed off, stepping out of his side of the car.
"I can do it mys-"She stopped, seeing as though he wasn't taking no for an answer.
"Thanks, but I'm really not that kind of girl" She blushed as she took his hand, melting from his touch as he guided her with his hand on her waist.
"You're full of surprises, aren't you" He smirked, shining his bright white smile at her, causing her to gulp.
"Hey, umm well you know some about me, so tell me about yourself" She smiled, as they walked up the long path towards the main doors.
Bonnie could feel him tense up, and waited for his response for what seemed like minutes, wondering what the big problem was. This is how you get to know someone you sex God!
"What do you want to know Bonnie?" He asked finally.
"Well uh, I guess-
"From what google has gotten from me, I'm twenty-five, went to Harvard Law School, dropped out early to help my family work in their business as one of their partners in New York's head office, and have two kids by a Brazilian model".
"I may have read about your education, but- wait a second. Two kids?" Bonnie's mouth opened slightly, not believing it.
"Never said it was all true" He chuckled. "Can't be a bachelor if I have to babies running around can I?"
"You got me for a second, wow. And well I guess you could, but family is important, so they would have to be your first priority" She nodded, agreeing with herself, not aware that Damon was eyeing her.
"I'm glad you feel the same way about family" He pointed out.
"Oh ya, I may have some issues, and well all I have is my brother, but he means the world to me. Don't know what I'd do without him" The brunette whispered.
Before he could respond, Bonnie had yet again missed a step up the tall long stairs and was about to fall, and she squealed until she felt strong arms around her, holding her bridal style. Her neck was cradled in the crook of Damons' neck, and moved her head back to look in to his eyes.
"You're a clutz you know that?" He growled looking down to her, his hold on her tighter than ever.
"S-sorry, these freakin heels, they aren't mine, I can get like that when I'm nervous" She mumbled, her hands encased around his shoulders.
"Shh, are you okay?" He asked, setting her down slowly once they got to the top of the stairs, holding her waist, a checking her legs for any cuts.
"Damon I'm fine" Bonnie assured him.
"Il vostro così dannatamente bella" He whispered, caressing her face with his palm.
Suddenly one of the large double doors flew open, and out popped someone who looked so familiar Bonnie couldn't put her finger on it until she squinted and recognized the small infinity sign just below her ankle. It was Damon's sister. She modeled for Calvin Klien, Vogue, Seventeen magazine, and not to mention was on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine with her other brother Stefan.
"Damon, you're here! It's been- " The beautiful model cut short, halting as she witnessed Bonnie and Damon embraced, so close they must have been kissing.
Bonnie gazed at the gorgeous tanned model, knowing why all the men in the world wanted to have her, and why all the women in the world wanted to be her. She was absolutely stunning; Like a freakin Italian princess.
"Bella, Bonnie, Bonnie, Bella" Damon introduced the two beauties to one another, waiting for Bonnie to walk in to the house before him.
"Hi, nice to meet you" Bonnie smiled nervously; debating whether or not she should keep is casual or stick out her hand for her to shake, but quickly decided against it.
"Is this her?" Bella Salvatore snorted, crossing her arms against her chest, eyeing her up and down.
Damon's jaw ticked, his eyes growing dark as he glared at his younger sister. Bonnie honestly thought he was going to yell at her for her snark attitude but instead excused the both of them as he pulled her by the arm towards the side of the foyer.
After years and years of eavesdropping, Bonnie knew they weren't far enough for her not to hear their conversation, she pretended to fiddle with her hair and nails, as she listened closely.
"Damon I'm sorry" Bonnie heard her whisper loudly, the sincerity and panic clear in her voice.
"Listen to me, you respect her. She isn't one of those booty calls okay? Now you know I expect way better from you Bella. I'm not fucking joking, don't mess with her. Am I clear?" Damon growled finally letting go of her arm, cursing at himself as he saw his sister rub her arm.
"I'm sorry okay? I haven't seen you in a month. None of us have, and you show up with, with-" Bella stopped herself, trying to find the right words to say as he frowned darkly at her. "You know what I'm trying to say. I know they all wanted to say thank you to her because of Gabrielle but now that you're here papa has a lot to talk to you about. You can't keep running away from us. We have to talk about this Damone. Stop pushing us away" She finished as she saw her father appear from her side.
Damon frowned, greeting his father, kissing both of his cheeks and hands, before the older man embraced his son in a tight hug. He whispered something in his ear before Damon looked back at Bonnie.
"Make her feel welcomed Bella, don't disappoint me" Damon said making sure she understood.
"I won't" She growled in response, rolling her eyes as Damon kissed her forehead before leaving and telling Bonnie he'd be back in ten minutes.
After Damon and his father had disappeared, Bonnie was suddenly face to face with Bella.
"Sorry for my attitude, I'm Bella if you've forgotten in the last five minutes" She sighed, placing her hands on her small hips. This bitch.
"Bonnie" The brunette responded, making note to keep a special eye on her.
"Well…let's go meet the rest of the family shall we" Bella rolled her eyes, walking quickly ahead of her in the seven inch heels.
Sucking in a deep breath, Bonnie's fingers trembled; not at all sure she was ready to meet anyone else. The baby sister of the family seemed exhausting enough. But Bonnie was stronger than this. She had been through worse. Way worse, and she wasn't going to let the Salvatores scare her. She was Bonnie fuckin Bennett.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed that! That was the appetizer. Part 2 is the meat. Hey maybe there will be a part 4 for the whole meet and greet thing. We'll see how it goes. Anyway, R&R please! And thank all of you for everything! MUAAH
