A/N: Warning: Long, emotional rollercoaster ahead.
Bonnie B.
His wife? Damon has a wife and didn't find it necessary to tell me? That lying, cheating, son of a bitch! I knew that I was a 'mistress' but I just thought that it was a title. Apparently not… all this time and I let myself have an affair with a married man. There will be words exchanged with him, believe that.
After the night that I spent with him, I thought that everything was out in the open. Last night… last night changed things. I slept with him. And on some level, I felt a connection with him; it was more than just two bodies connecting it were on a spiritual level. That night, I decided that I wasn't going to kill him. He told me that he only did what was expected of him—his father was the one pulling the strings in this arrangement. He told me about his passion for literature and if given the chance, he would have left this family and pursued a degree in literature and became a schoolteacher. A SCHOOL TEACHER! Seriously? This hardcore, fighting, bloodthirsty, man… wanted to be a damn schoolteacher! And then, one thing led to another and… sex happened. Only, it didn't feel like sex. It was more than that, at least to me.
Lies… all of it lies.
"Pleasure to meet you, both of you, really," I said through clenched teeth, "Come in, please," I said 'kindly' as I ushered both Mrs. Salvatores into the manor. "Wait one moment, let me get Damon and Giuseppe for you."
The women didn't even seem to acknowledge my presence, and when they did, they shooed me away with a flick of their wrists and returned to conversation with one another. Snobs… that's all I could say about them. In the meantime, I couldn't harp on the women currently sitting in the lounge; I had a husband to kill.
Damon S.
I woke up this morning feeling as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. Bonnie and I stayed up all night, just talking about everything. We made a connection last night. We shared so much. After the last thirteen years pining for a girl that I thought I would never have, she was with me last night, on all levels.
It wasn't just about the sex (which was amazing); it was about knowing each other. I learned that she wanted to work in the medical field, but she had to drop out of school to fulfill her duties to her father… and become my mistress. I took that away from her, how could I have been so selfish? It never occurred to me that she had other plans and being a mistress wasn't in her foreseeable future. I destroyed her future, but I was going to fix it. I was going to speak to the president of the school and reenroll her today. With that thought in mind, I got up and into the shower with a smile on my face.
I was enjoying my shower, when I heard the door slightly open. Glancing over, I thought it would have been Stefan, or even Giuseppe, but I was pleasantly surprised to see Bonnie standing at the entrance to the bathroom, with small shorts and a tight tank top. I nearly pinched myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. When I did, I opened my eyes to find her still standing there, crooking her finger, and beckoning me to her.
"Good morning, Damon. Sleep well?" she asked in a sultry voice.
"You know I did, someone wore me out last night," I smirked as I looked into her soulful green eyes. I stepped closer to her, and I towered over her in a non-intimidating way and pulled her into my embrace and into a kiss. The kiss lasted a few moments before it got heated and Bonnie's hands began wandering lower. When her hand grasped, 'Little Damon' (who wasn't so little), all bets were off. Forcefully, I pushed against the wall of the bathroom and caught her lips in a demanding kiss. Her grip on me didn't falter; instead, it grew tighter, almost painful.
"Bonnie," I gasped against her lips, "your hold's getting a little tight."
"You know what I hate, Damon?" she whispered back.
"What?" I asked, as I kissed up and down her neck.
"Liars… cheaters… married men who have affairs," she finished as she gripped me harder, the pain was excruciating! Her words were like a bucket of ice-cold water on my overly heated skin.
"What?" I asked as I pulled back and stared into her eyes.
"You're a dick, you know that?" And then it dawned on me… she knew. Pulling back, I looked at her and I saw nothing but hate in her green depths.
"Bonnie, I can explain—"
"No, Damon, you really can't. You used me to… to get your rocks off because your wife wouldn't give you your jollies!" she said as she threw a bar of soap at me and missed and ended up shattering the glass of my shower door. "And to think, I thought that last night meant something!" she yelled as she hurled another bar at me.
"It did! It's just… complicated, right now with Alana and me!" I yelled, desperately to get her to understand.
"And you think that having an affair solves marital problems? Guess what, Einstein, it doesn't! Honesty solves that, communicating solves that! Having sex with another person doesn't solve anything!" she shrieked as she threw a full bottle of Listerine at my head, connecting with it. I saw stars and her aim was impeccable.
"It's not as simple as you think!" I yelled to her, getting frustrated that she wasn't listening to me.
"It is that simple!" she screamed. "Not only have you cheated on your wife, but you used me like your personal, live-in, whore! Newsflash, Damon! Your actions don't only affect you, but they also affect the people around you! I've never hated someone as much as I hate you right now, Salvatore. I'm done! I hope you rot in hell!" Bonnie screeched as she made her way out of the bathroom. For a moment, she stalled and turned back to look at me. "By the way, your wife and mother are downstairs."
And then she left.
God, I really messed up. She'll never forgive me.
Bonnie B.
When I stormed from the bathroom, I was all right, at least until I got to my room, and the tears just kept coming down my face like torrents. I've never felt so used and filthy. I couldn't stay here any longer. With that thought in mind, I lifted my suitcase from underneath the bed and began packing.
In the midst of packing, I reached for my cellphone and dialed a familiar number.
"Fell, speaking."
"Where's the next trade supposed to go down?" I asked without preamble.
"What? And I thought you and Damon were getting to know each other better?" she said sarcastically.
"It's over. Damon's family needs to go down. Victor Gambino is already out."
"Is he now?" she asked. I could almost see her eyebrows rise.
"Took him out last night. Who's left?"
"You already took out Gambino so, Salvatore, Mikaelson, Santorini. Valentino, De Luca, and Ricci."
"Done. I'll meet you at your place tonight, but I have to make a stop first."
"Take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere."
Damon S.
After throwing on some clothes, I raced downstairs in order to greet my mother and my… wife.
Alana and my marriage wasn't the stuff of dreams. Though I never intentionally got over my feelings for Bonnie, I became infatuated with Alana all throughout college. By the time I graduated college, I asked her to marry me. The only reason I asked her was because it was expected of me, as the elder Salvatore brother to marry, settle down, and have children. I didn't necessarily want that, but it was tradition.
My family was on board with the marriage… well they should have been because they forced me into it. They loved Alana like their own daughter, but they didn't know what went on behind closed doors, she wasn't the angel that they saw her as, instead, she was a bloodsucking harpy.
Alana came from a traditional Italian family, the same as mine. Her father, Alessandro Santorini was all for the marriage between his only daughter and myself. Lord, only knows why, but he was for it. When Bonnie came back into my life, I was pleasantly surprised. My feelings for her had never drifted; they had just been put on the backburner when Alana was concerned. After about a year of marriage, I learned that Alana was nothing more than a pampered princess. When I discovered her infidelity, I had immediately wanted a divorce, but my mother wanted us to work it out, saying that it was a moment of weakness. With the amount of times she had the affairs, I wouldn't deem it as a 'moment' of weakness. I wanted a divorce, but she wouldn't give me one… that bitch. She even got my mother in on this. My mother, I love her to death, but she tried guilt tripping me. First, it was how I was taking away the only daughter that she would ever have. Then when that didn't work, she told me that I was turning my back on my religion and that I was going to hell. So I settled for a legal separation from Alana and stayed on opposite sides of the country for the last two years.
And now they were back. And they met Bonnie, my mistress. And my mistress met my wife. Now my mistress, the one I loved, hated me, and the bitch I'm married to, is back in my life. The way I saw it, was that when I signed those papers for a separation, it was a breakup in my mind. My affairs weren't affairs, but on some basic level, I felt like the more women I screwed, the more I stuck it to Alana.
"Mother, Alana, what are you doing here?" I asked bluntly, as the twosome looked up at me from the lounge.
"What, can't a mother visit her eldest?" she asked innocently.
"Yes, a MOTHER can, but an ex-wife, not so much," I said as I crossed my arms and looked back at the two women before me.
"Damon," Alana began, "I feel like we need to start over in this relationship. I realize that I made a terrible mistake all those years ago, but I'm not the same girl that you once knew."
When I looked at Alana, I noticed all the things that I used to admire about her way back when, but now, it's completely overshadowed by the bitch that she is now.
"Cry me a river, Alana," I bit.
"Damon! Your wife is apologizing to you!" Mother said, aghast, "A real man would accept the apology and move on!"
"Mother, I've already moved on. Did you know that infidelity in a relationship isn't tolerated? She committed adultery, I owe her nothing."
"Oh, I see," Mother began, "this is about that young woman that greeted us at the door. Is she another one of your whores, Damon?"
As soon as she uttered those words, Bonnie came bounding down the stairs with fire in her eyes and a suitcase in her hand. She looked from my mother and Alana, back to me.
"Am I interrupting anything?" she asked.
"As a matter of fact, you are," Alana said as she sized Bonnie up. In any other situation, having two beautiful women vying for your attention would be heaven. In this case, it was the softer side of hell.
"Oh right, you're the wife! Forgive me, Damon has told me absolutely nothing about you," Bonnie said with a big, fake, smile on her face.
"And you're the whore that Damon's never spoke of before," Alana retorted. I looked at Bonnie, who had an indescribable look on her features. She looked angry and hurt and proud all at the same time. How she managed that, I don't know. Any minute, she was about to burst like a volcano and I was ready to step in, if need be.
"I'm no whore," Bonnie said in a low, almost inaudible voice, "I am more of a woman that you will ever be. To me, you are the dirt beneath my very expensive boot. Maybe you and your husband do belong together, because right now, you are both beneath me."
I could feel my heart in my throat and hear the blood in my body pulsating in my ears. This was a confrontation that I prepared to have… ever. When Bonnie turned to look at me, she had a look of the utmost hate in her eyes. Then I realized something in that instance, I've never made her smile. I will never be on the receiving end of her smiles.
"As far as I'm concerned, this arrangement is over. I'm done. Liam will have to fend for himself. His problems aren't my own. I'm leaving, and if I never hear from you for as long as I live, it will be too soon." When she turned back around, she addressed my mother and Alana, "Have a nice life, Mrs. Salvatores." And then she walked out the door, not looking back once.
"Well, now that that's over with, you and Alana need to talk," Mother said. Something snapped in me when I heard her mention Alana's name. I loved my mother, I truly did, but why couldn't she see that my heart was breaking? Why was she so intent on having me rekindle whatever the hell I had with my ex-wife?
"Mother! Stop trying to force this marriage! It's not going to happen! I want nothing to do with this lying, cheating, bitch! So, stop!"
"Damon Andreas Salvatore! Watch the way you speak to me! I can see that that harlot has gotten to you. She's not good enough for you, or this family."
"And Alana is? I seriously doubt that," I said as I turned away.
"Damon, where are you going?" Alana asked.
"To call a lawyer. I want a divorce. A permanent one."
Bonnie B.
I couldn't believe I was…crying! Least of all, over some bastard who only wanted sex from me. Well, he got it. Never in my entire life have I ever felt so used. Maybe that's why I was crying. Nobody uses Bonnie Bennett and gets away with it! So I turned my pain into anger, and my anger was going to result in someone's untimely death.
When I arrived at my studio apartment in town, I was relieved to be home. Well, I was relieved until I saw the one man's face that I never wanted to see again.
Damon…
How in the hell did he get here so quickly? I looked at my dashboard and realized that it was almost two o'clock and it had taken me forty-five minutes to get home, when it was only about a twenty- minute ride. I guess I was more distracted than I thought. Then a thought hit me. What if Damon had used his charm to work his way into my apartment? No one but Meredith had ever seen the inside of my place. What if Damon located all of my weapons and realized what I was plotting? What if he was here to kill me? The Salvatore name opened as many doors in this city as much as the Davenport name. God, how I hoped I was wrong.
I parked my car and opened the door in order to approach Damon with my bag in hand. He looked like a cross between angry and distraught. An angry Damon I could deal with, an emotional one on the other hand, not so much.
"How dare you come here?" I hissed, poised to strike him at any moment.
"No one dared me. I just did," he replied through narrowed eyes. "Why'd you leave?"
"You know what they say: two's company, three's a crowd, and four is just overkill. Plus there's that whole awkward wife meeting your mistress thing to factor in. Well, former mistress. I quit, remember?" I snarked.
"You can't just quit! You forget, your father and I had a deal! I get you, he get's protection from my family."
"And you forget that I'm not a possession. No one 'gets' me. I'm not a prize or an insurance claim. Are you really going to leave my father hanging just because you didn't get what you bargained for?"
"That question also applies to you as well, Bonnie."
"Touché. But I didn't have a say in any of this. No one gets to decide my future for me, but me! God, Damon, you have a wife! I figured that being a mistress was just a title, not an actual job. You were using me for sex—"
"—No I wasn't, you judgmental psycho! I wanted you, for you!" He yelled as he smashed his fist into the wall adjacent. Damon didn't seem to feel any pain from the collision; it made me wonder if he felt pain all.
"Did you take your meds today?" I whispered.
"My meds have nothing to do with this Bonnie! What's it going to take for you to believe that I actually care about you? A divorce from my wife? Done. I already have my lawyers making the arrangements? Do you want me to kill for you, because believe me, I will. You know that I'm perfectly capable of doing that! Want me to sell my soul? Tell me!"
"Tell me! Why do you want me, Damon? I've kept asking myself this question for the last six months! What more could I possibly have to offer you other than sex?" I really wanted to know. Why was he so hell-bent on keeping me around? What was his angle?
"You want to know? I want companionship! I want someone to love me! Are you happy, Bonnie? Is that the answer you're looking for? I want someone as my equal, and believe it or not, you're more like me than you're willing to admit. You want to be loved too, and the one time you felt that way was with your mother, but then she was taken away from you." I flinched when he mentioned my mother, and he caught me and kept going. "You know," he started softly, "I remember when I first laid my eyes on you. You were nine and I was eleven." What? I don't remember meeting him so young. "It was at your mother's funeral. My father took me. God only knows why. Giuseppe and Liam have always had some sort of companionship going on and they'd hoped that we would end up together. But then your grandmother whisked you away, and you were lost to me. Then years passed by and we were reunited. For a while I thought it was fate, but you have this unbridled hate for me and I didn't know why. So can you please tell me?"
I was busy absorbing this entire information overload. Damon felt that way about me when we were…kids? That was impossible, wasn't it?
"Your family killed my mother," I blurted out, "you're the reason I'm unhappy." I was happy to find the shocked and hurt look on his face. He went from ten to zero in less than a second.
"We never put a hit out on your mother. That was one of the other families, Bonnie. We respected your family too much, and since then, we've been trying to find the son of a bitch who did it."
A/N: Now wasn't that an emotional rollercoaster? I am pleasantly pleased to tell you all that things will begin improving between Bonnie and Damon, but because it's Bonnie and Damon, things won't always go their way. Please read and review and tell me if you liked the chapter and give me some ideas on what you'd like to see! Plus more Alana drama!
