Chapter 7 - Hope To Give You Hell

Bonnie awoke with a strange sense of warmth. It was really nice but at the same time it was...wrong? And was that warm breath on her neck? Her eyes opened immediately and she noticed that this wasn't her room. It was Damon's room.

-Oh god, I'm such an idiot!-

They had made-out in her car and practically dry humped as the rain poured the night before; but the most unusual thing about it was that Damon hadn't even attempted to take a single drop of blood from her. Instead, after their heated make out session, he had simply looked at her weirdly then took her to his home where they spent all night cuddling? -No Damon doesn't cuddle- They had simply shared the same bed with his arms around her all night...He was probably planning her death.

"It's too early in the morning to be thinking so hard," Damon said lazily as he tightened his hold on her and pulled her closer into his arms. Okay now this was just weird. Damon Salvatore was spooning her...her, Bonnie Bennett!

-And did he just smell my hair!-

She shut her eyes tightly and willed herself to wake up from this awful nightmare, maybe if she concentrated super hard she'd wake up in her own bed soon and would forget everything that had happened. Though she soon gave up on that when his hand landed on her boob...and she realized right then and there how thankful she was that she had all her clothes on. However, that little action was enough to make her pull away from him rather harshly and get up out of the bed.

Damon however didn't look amused...on the contrary, he looked a little pissed but mostly annoyed. Still! He wasn't allowed to do that! "What are you doing?" She practically screeched.

Damon scrunched his face at the unladylike sound that she made and looked at her with a 'what-the-hell-are-you-taking-about-you-annoying-witch?' kinda look. And that just made her freak out even more. -This is so not normal-

"Look Bonnie," he said, knowing how she hated to be called witch and choosing to avoid (if possible) another Bonnie freak-out moment, "I was just trying to get a few more hours of sleep," he paused. "But if you prefer..." then he smirked, "We can totally play a different game... I'll let you be on top."

This was just scary as fucking hell! This was not the Damon she knew, why was he being such a nice pervert? Not killing her was one thing, but actually being nice and not trying to rip her throat while manipulating her at the same time was another thing entirely. "What's going on?" She asked.

He rolled his eyes at her then sighed, "Look Bonnie...I hate you, yes that hasn't changed. But you're hot and that's one point I've never denied. Plus, I know you're in love with me so I figured I'd make your dreams come true," he said smugly, wiggling his eyebrows suggestibly at her.

-Okay that's not cute- Bonnie looked at him in disbelief. Was he actually serious? "You're not kidding are you? You think it's okay for us to spend nights together now?"

Damon raised a brow at her, "What's wrong with that...as long as I keep you alive and don't kill you everything is right with the world...right? Plus, I didn't hear you complaining last night..."

"NO! As long as we stay away from each other, then everything is right. I didn't complain because you probably compelled me! Have you lost your sanity...oh wait that's right, you're a demented vampire with no heart that cares about no one but yourself and all you care about is adding another whore like Indy to your list," She yelled looking around the room for her shoes. She was getting out of here ASAP.

Apparently though Damon didn't take her words to kindly because next thing she knew he was practically on her looking down with a leveled stare, "You keep forgetting that I've kept you alive thus far...I could kill you in a split second and I wouldn't once hesitate..." without stopping to pause he crushed his lips to hers harshly and it was all she could do to not fall backwards on her ass because he sure as hell wasn't helping her stay up. He pulled away, the anger in his eyes not dissipating one bit, "I could crush you with one strike yet you keep testing me. I didn't compel you, you played along all by yourself."

Bonnie didn't even try to say anything... really, what could she say to that? After all, he was right. He had saved her life. Everything she had been pissed about was brought on only because she had expected too much from him.

She had expected that night to mean something to him. She should have known from the beginning that he was incapable of feeling emotions for anyone, much less her and for some reason Bonnie had been delusional enough to think that he would be different towards her. "I'm sorry," she whispered, a little loss for words.

Then it dawned on her...Damon was what she needed. And this was probably why destiny had placed him in her path anyways. That's why it seemed as if though lately her life revolved around the sadistic vampire. She didn't believe in coincidences; everything happened for a reason. And he had been around for more than 175 years.

-He's going to help me get the book-

But she knew he wouldn't help her for free. No, Damon never did anything for free. He always wanted something in return... And Bonnie had a feeling that she had exactly what it was he craved. "I need your help," She said calmly, studying his face carefully.

Damon was taken aback for only a moment (probably at the sudden change of subject) before his usual smug attitude came right back, "Of course you do," he said and walked back to his bed and dropped himself right back onto it. "Tell me witch do you like it rough? I'm not into role-play if that's your thing. But I can teach you a thing or two..."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes. "Damon I'm not playing games with you. I know it's hard for you to take me serious, but I'm not joking. I've had..." she gambled her options, tell Damon everything and risk being kicked out on her ass completely exposed to him? Or risk everything and possibly get a powerful and knowledgeable vampire to help her. Things would move a lot faster if he said yes.

"Go on Bonnie I don't have all day," Damon said impatiently, a look of interest on his face.

She took in a deep breath and decided she didn't have much to lose, "I've had dreams about my grams..." she paused. "What I mean is that she's talking to me in my dreams and I know it's real."

Damon raised an eyebrow, "What does she say?"

No smart remarks...That was odd, Bonnie thought. "She wants me to find something for her and use it to cast a spell.."

"Really? And what does this spell do?"

He was amusing her. -He probably thinks I'm going crazy- But that didn't mean that she couldn't use him still.

-After all, he uses me all the time-

"Look, I know what this sounds like... But it's not all that uncommon for the dead to speak to the living...just look at you," She smirked.

"Eh, I give you that one," Damon nodded in agreement. "But that still doesn't explain why your grams would want you to cast a spell. Especially since she's already dead..."

"Well, it's a spell to...protect me." The less he knew, the better. -At least for now-

"I'm a vampire, why are you telling me this? I can't cast spells and I don't know any either."

Bonnie sighed, "Yes, I know...but the problem is I need to find a certain spell book first before I can cast the spell."

"Oh I get it...you want me to help you find it," Damon's scoffed. "What do I get in return."

Bonnie looked down and thought about forgetting the whole 'Damon is the key' idea and just leaving...but she needed his help, otherwise she'd never get her hands on the Book of Resurrections. She had no idea where to begin.

Looking into his eyes she made her choice and slowly and seductively began to walk towards him... "I'll give you what I know you want most." She stopped before him and moved her hair to the side, exposing the dark flesh of her neck to him.

Damon stood in what looked to be shock and amusement; and for a brief second she thought she saw hesitance there too. Then a look of determination took over and that smug look came right back, "What makes you think this is enough, I can get blood anytime I want."

Bonnie reached up and cupped his cheek, stopping Damon from saying or doing anything more; her free hand reached for his and she wrapped his arm around her as she leaned up to kiss his lips. "Yes, but I know you desire me in other ways. I'll prove my loyalty to you right now if you agree to help me. Yes?"

Damon already knew the answer to this question. He had fought everything within him to not forcefully take her every time he saw her. And now she was offering herself to him on a silver platter. What kind of vampire would be stupid enough to say no? He got powerful blood for free and sex with a hot ass witch that although he would never admit, drove him completely and utterly crazy. Especially when she went on dates with other guys... which he would have to remind her later that she was not ever allowed to do again.

Don't get him wrong though, there were no emotions involved in his decision to take Bonnie up on her offer, there was simply lust and a possessive feeling that he had suddenly begun to feel for her which he still couldn't explain. "Alright...but I do require payment up-front," he said with a sadistic grin before picking her up into his arms and carrying her back to bed.

AN: Okay so I know I may get some unapproved reviews for this chapter... like wtf Bonnie wouldn't do that she's outta character yadda yadda yadda...plz keep in mind this whole fic is AU to begin with...therefore obviously the characters are going to change a little. Bonnie (in my mind) already has feelings for Damon and if he wasn't such an ass then they'd probably already be more than just fuck buddies. She's vulnerable to him and she's also willing to do whatever it takes to get her grandmother back. So plz don't take this chapter wrong and R&R. Constructive criticism is always welcomed... (I just don't wanna get my ass kicked lol). Plus, writing a mean Damon is so much fun and he's just so hot!