Don't all hate me at once. Make sure to hate my classes for being tedious, and to hate my job for giving me way too many hours. But here it is! Another day in November.
A welcoming warmth radiated throughout his entire being as he slammed the shot glass down onto his usual table. Damon hated to admit it, but he had become quite the regular at Ric's in the past week.
What he tried not to admit to, though, was the fact that he had become a regular purely in the hopes that he would catch a glimpse of Bonnie Bennett.
As the night started to whine down, much like the other six nights, Damon knew he wouldn't see her tonight either.
"She didn't show up again, huh buddy?"
Damon tried not to sigh as Alaric sat down in the booth across from him. He had become fast friends with the bar owner.
"What do you think, Ric? Of course she didn't." Damon's voice was laced in sarcasm. Alaric gave him a smug grin in response.
"Don't take out your sex deficit on me. You fucked it up with Bonnie all by your lonesome."
"Have you been speaking with my brother?"
"Probably more so than you have."
Damon exhaled loudly.
"Stefan doesn't understand. He has his girl."
"Damon, you had the girl. Wait, let me rephrase that. The girl had you."
Damon let his left eyebrow raise inquisitively. No woman had ever gotten Damon Salvatore. He was the getter. He was the one who made sure to leave the woman begging for me, then silently leave during the night. There was no way Alaric was right. Bonnie Bennett hadn't caught him.
But as he stared down into his empty shot glass, he let his mind wander.
The moment he had lay his eyes on Bonnie Bennett was the moment time had stood still for him. She had made him forget his past. She made him forget all the terrible things he had done. She had almost made him forget who he really was.
But the moment he had felt her fist against his face, he knew he was just Damon Salvatore. He knew that was all he'd ever be without her by his side.
As Damon lifted his eyes up from his shot glass, he knew Alaric was right. Bonnie Bennett had caught him.
And he had no intentions of allowing her to let him go.
..
Caroline Forbes wiped off the bar with a little more force than necessary. Her eyes kept darting to where Damon Salvatore sat talking freely to Alaric Saltzman. As they finally got up to head to Alaric's place above the bar, she couldn't help but wonder how Alaric could be that scumbag's friend.
"Care, I think the bar's clean."
Caroline immediately looked up at her boyfriend, Tyler Lockwood, as his stern voice filled the air around her.
"Oh, hey, Ty." She stood up straight, and then began to adjust her drink glasses. She didn't know he was scheduled to work tonight.
"Hello, Caroline." Tyler crossed his arms over his chest. "Why were you staring at that guy over there?"
Caroline tried not to let her eyes roll as she threw her rag into the sink behind her.
Caroline loved Tyler Lockwood, but it was becoming more and more apparent that he had an anger problem. Although the people around her had told Caroline that she had calmed him down, it only made her wonder just how bad his problem used to be; especially since it seemed like he was only becoming worse.
"I wasn't staring at Damon—" Caroline winced. She hadn't meant to say Damon's name.
"Oh. So, you know him?"
"He's Bonnie's..." She trailed off as she tried to think of a word to describe Damon.
"Bonnie's what? Or is he really yours, and you're just using Bonnie as a cover up?"
Caroline sighed as she ignored Tyler's endless questions. They were becoming a common occurrence lately.
Caroline wasn't prepared for what happened next.
A sharp pain went through her left wrist as Tyler wrapped his fingers around it.
"Tyler-"
"Who's Damon, Caroline?"
"Tyler, you're hurting me. Let go."
"Tell me who Damon is!" Tyler's voice boomed throughout the bar, and Matt Donovan immediately appeared inside of the doorway.
"I already told you! Let me go, Tyler!" Caroline accentuated her words with a hard tug of her wrist just as Tyler let go.
Her wrist roughly hit the edge of the bar, and as she brought her right hand up to stabilize it, Tyler quickly turned away and shoved passed an approaching Matt.
Caroline felt her shoulders shudder as she tried not to make a sound. Her wrist felt numb and on fire at the same time, and she knew tears were escaping down her cheeks. She didn't know what had hurt more: her wrist, or Tyler leaving without a second glance.
..
Bonnie Bennett quickly threw her car into park, and hustled through the Emergency Room's doors. As she entered the lobby, her eyes immediately found a distressed Caroline hugging her left wrist to her body, and a pissed off Matt rubbing slow circles onto her back.
"What happened?" Bonnie quickly took the seat on the other side of Caroline.
"I just had an accident at the bar. It's nothing." Caroline winced as she rubbed her wrist, and Matt's brow furrowed.
"Yeah, if you can call Tyler Lockwood an accident."
"Tyler did this to-"
Bonnie's question was interrupted by the nurse calling Caroline back to see the doctor.
"Bonnie, you go ahead with Care. I'll just wait here. Elena said she was on her way."
Bonnie nodded as she followed quickly behind Caroline. Soon, they were led into a sterile hospital room and told to wait for the doctor.
"What happened tonight, Caroline?"
"Nothing. I just bumped my wrist-"
"The truth. Please." Bonnie pleaded with her friend.
"Tyler grabbed my wrist, and me tugging away combined with him abruptly letting go caused me to hit it against the edge of the bar."
"Why did he grab your wrist?"
"He thought I was checking out Damon Salvatore." Caroline noticed as Bonnie slightly shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "I promise I wasn't, Bon! He's definitely not my type. I—I mean, not saying he's not a nice type, I just-"
"Caroline, I get it. Tyler felt threatened when he thought you were looking at another man, but that doesn't justify him putting his hands on you."
Caroline just shook her head in agreement. She knew she would hear the same statement from Elena. In fact, Elena's weigh-in on the matter would be much worse. She hadn't liked Tyler to begin with. She had only put up with him because she thought Caroline was in love with him. But now, Caroline Forbes really wasn't sure what love was.
Until the door swung open.
With Tyler, Caroline thought it was love at first sight, but in reality, she was starting to realize maybe it had been lust or a simple case of infatuation.
As she drank in the blond haired and hazel eyed man in front of her, Caroline no longer felt like she needed air to breathe.
He was her air.
"I'm Klaus—I mean, I'm Dr. Mikaelson."
And she was his.
..
"I'm still trying to figure out how you go to the Emergency Room because your ex-boyfriend decided to be an overprotective asshole, and then end up planning a date with your hot, British doctor before he even puts a sling around your neck. Caroline Beula Forbes, show me your ways."
"Beula?" Bonnie raised her eyebrow as Caroline leaned over the couch to smack Elena in the back of the head.
Bonnie laughed as Elena blindly swatted Caroline away.
"I was wondering the same thing, Elena. As soon as Klaus walked into the room, Caroline had this look on her face that almost made me vomit. It got even worse when I realized Klaus had the same exact look on his, too."
"Oh, so she looked the same way that Ma-"
"So, Bonnie, how are you and Matt?" Caroline leaned over the edge of the sofa and smiled softly as she interrupted Elena.
Bonnie sighed. "He told you, didn't he?"
"What are you talking about, Bon? I'm just asking how my two friends are."
"Matt told you I blew up on him?"
"No."
"You blew up on Matt?"
Caroline and Elena spoke at the same time. Bonnie just shook her head as she raised her book up and began reading again.
Caroline skipped around to the seat beside Bonnie and plopped down. She plucked the book from Bonnie's hands and quickly tucked it under her right thigh.
"Caroline! I was reading that if you couldn't tell."
"Not anymore, Bennett! Tell us what's going on with you and Matt."
"Yeah! I feel so out of the loop." Elena added.
"Well, maybe if you came up for air and took a thirty minute break from Stefan Salvatore, we could claim you as our friend again and tell you things." Caroline laughed as Elena launched a sofa pillow at her head.
The girls calmed down as Bonnie sighed and rearranged herself to tuck her legs under body.
"Nothing is going on with us. He's doing his thing, and I'm doing mine. It's as simple as that."
Caroline looked disappointed as she realized Bonnie wasn't going to elaborate.
"Okay, Bonnie. Just...talk to him. Okay?"
Bonnie nodded her head mechanically. Everyone expected for her to be there for them, but where were they when she needed them there for her?
..
Damon Salvatore didn't blink as he stared up at the ceiling. Yesterday had made a week since he had seen Bonnie Bennett, and he wasn't about to go without seeing her one more day. If she wasn't going to come to him, he was going to go to her.
Without another thought, Damon hopped out of his bed and raced down the stairs. Once in the kitchen, he roughly opened up the fridge door; hoping that the trajectory of the door would do his work for him.
As he stared down at the glass jar of jam that refused to move, he realized he had to take matters into his own hands.
Damon grabbed the jar from its place in the door of the refrigerator. With no warning to himself, he quickly raised the jar, and threw it at the tiled floor. The crashing sound of glass was like music to Damon's ears.
"Damon? What the Hell was that?" Stefan's frantic voice echoed throughout the house.
"Nothing, Stefan! The jam just fell out of the fucking fridge! Almost landed on me. Don't worry. I'll go pick up some more." Damon smirked as he left the mess on the floor for Stefan to clean up. He grabbed his keys, and quickly made his way toward the door.
..
Bonnie sighed as she picked up a toy that had toppled over on the shelf. That tended to happen a lot; especially this close to the holidays. She was tired, and just wanted to go home and get into bed.
"Excuse me?"
Bonnie's intake of breath was slightly jagged as she heard the voice that had taken her to her truest high, but had also driven her low.
"Could you direct me to the jam?" Bonnie watched as that delicious smirk made its presence known, and Damon swaggered over to her.
"What are you doing here, Damon?"
Damon tried to hide the absolute contentment he had felt as soon as his name caressed Bonnie's lips.
"Well, I need jam, and this is a store."
Bonnie was in awe as the smirk on Damon's face seemed to almost morph into a smile. She couldn't help herself as she somberly smiled back.
"Well, the jam is on the other side of the store. About three aisles up from the deli." Bonnie turned back to her work of organizing the toys on the shelf. She still felt the pull of Damon Salvatore's body beside of hers.
"I thought it was company policy to walk the distressed customer to their intended destination?" He was so close, she could feel his body heat; smell his aftershave.
She inconspicuously took a few steps back.
"Follow me."
As she walked to the condiment aisle, she started to feel guilty, and a bit self-conscious. She had pegged Damon as a man who walked behind a woman to check her out while she wasn't paying attention. But Damon had walked side-by-side with Bonnie the entire time. She couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with her. Did he not find her attractive anymore?
"There it is. Thank you, Bonnie."
Bonnie just smiled and nodded, then started to walk away; not paying any mind to the way Damon's icy blue eyes burned as he took in the sight of her perfectly round ass.
