Not You Again

Chapter 9- I Don't Feel Like Dancing

"What the hell?"

"What do you mean 'what the hell?' I'm speaking plain English, Bennett. You…me…a club. I can't have any uptight misfits on my lawyer dream team," Damon responded, a brash look in his blue eyes. They flashed amusedly as I scowled at him.

"How is my going with you to a club supposed to prove that I'm not uptight?" I stuck my chin up in the air and tried to resume a dignified posture.

"Well, you'll show me how fun you can be. Face it, you need to loosen up a little," His eyes sparkled knowingly and I just stared at the laminate flooring, balling my hands up into fists.

"Who are you to say I need to loosen up?" I demanded, my anger instantly sparking. I leaned towards him precariously and shot him my iciest glare.

Damon met my eyes seriously, "The guy who sat behind you in almost every one of your classes in high school and watched you freak out every time you got a single question wrong," He responded, a small grin stretching on his mouth as he was remembering.

I scoffed at him and Damon just sighed. "Come on, Bennett. What's the worst that can happen? You might just have some fun," He murmured, leaning close to me so the breath caught in my throat for some stupid reason or the other.

I stepped back and sighed. "Which club?" I asked, and Damon grinned at me, a grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat's on his lips.

"So this jerk-ass of a boss of yours wants you to go out 'clubbing' with him?" Caroline asked me later that afternoon. She had her legs propped up on my coffee table and no matter how many times I told her to take them down, she just rolled her eyes at me.

I brought my cup of coffee to my lips and took a long drag, assimilating the caffeine. "Yes,"

"That's sooo…" Caroline trailed off.

"Annoying? Jerk-y? Illegal?" I supplied for her as I put my mug down onto my lap, rubbing both hands on it to warm them.

"No," Caroline's blue eyes widened with amusement. "I was going to say like…fun. If I had a boss, I'd wanna go clubbing with him,"

"You can go with my boss. Be my guest," I held my hands up and Caroline laughed.

"Nah. I'll pass. Besides, I don't know if my boo would be okay with that," She murmured, as she sipped her own coffee. She shifted her feet and leaned back into my beige armchair.

"Your 'boo'? I didn't know you had a boyfriend," I noted. Caroline had never mentioned she was dating anyone, let alone that he was her boyfriend.

"He's not my boyfriend, par se. He's just… yeah, he's my boyfriend." Caroline's blonde hair bobbed up and down and she just sighed in defeat.

"How come I've never seen him?" I asked, curiously. I tried to appear nonchalant but the truth was, I was freaking dying to know.

"Because… I've been trying to avoid him lately. I'm not really into him anymore, if you know what I mean." Caroline waved her hand in a totally blasé way and she avoided eye-contact with me.

"I don't know what you mean," I responded, honestly. I didn't want to embarrass her but I was curious. Caroline lifted her eyes slowly to meet mine and then narrowed them slightly.

"Like, It's not as magic as it was when I met him and I'm kinda in love with somebody else," She admitted, running a hand through wavy flaxen colored hair. It was hanging long down her back today.

"I see," I murmured, not wanting to press her for more details. Caroline was usually a really talkative girl so if she wasn't talking, that meant she wasn't comfortable with the subject. I decided to give her a little peace and stood up with my mug in hand. "Well, I'm going to go get ready for the club thing." I looked up at the wall clock and saw it was almost 7 and I was supposed to meet Damon at the club 'Sorority' in SoHo at 8.

"I'll just hang about here," Caroline called back, flicking on the TV and I rolled my eyes at her whimsical behavior. She was totally opposite to me; all laid back and eccentric. I couldn't help but chuckle a little at her. I put my mug into the sink and soaped it up before rinsing it out.

I walked with determination into my bedroom and flung my oak wardrobe open. I leafed through the clothes I'd bought with Caroline and reluctantly chose a deep verdant minidress and some silver heels. I straightened my hair with the styling iron until it was hanging pin straight down my back and outlined my green eyes with black eyeliner so they looked extra wide. I added a little gloss and some simple accessories and then grabbed my silver clutch.

I put my cell phone into it and walked shyly out to the living room. It was 7:45, so I had just enough time to grab a cab and head to the SoHo part of New York. Caroline jumped up and wolf whistled as I passed by her to grab my black jacket just in case it got cold.

"Dang, Bon!" She exclaimed, her eyes scintillating as she danced around me. "You look smoking hot!"

"Thanks, Care," I replied, a little smugly. I was glad I'd done her proud, especially at something she was so proficient at.

She grinned and winked at me. "Jerk boss of yours is gonna eat you up!" She proclaimed, humorously. She pinched my cheeks until I pulled away from her, laughing at her crazy behavior.

"You are insane, Caroline," I responded, taking a few steps back so I was out of her reach.

She laughed, "Let me tell you something, all the best people are," She quoted Alice in Wonderland and I just rolled my eyes at her. She was so childish sometimes but it was truthfully one of the most refreshing things about her. She reached over and hugged me, "Well, I know you gotta get going and I've got an…appointment," She winked at me.

"With the guy you're into now?" I asked.

Caroline blushed and I was surprised because she wasn't normally the kind to get embarrassed easily. She wasn't a boor exactly but she was more of the brash kind of girl. She nodded as we started through the door together. I locked up and we closed the door behind us.

"Well, bye Bonnie," She said, "Have fun!" She exclaimed once we were in front of her door.

I was about to start down the steps when I whirled to face her. "Care," I called.

"Yep?" She twirled a strand of hair on her finger as she looked back at me, an expectant look on her face.

"Don't break his heart, your 'boo' I mean. Break up with him if your heart's not in it because maybe his is still," I advised, feeling at once like Oprah or something.

Care sighed as she looked back at me with sad, blue eyes. "It's not that easy," She admitted before she pushed her front door open and left me standing there alone. I sighed and rushed down the steps towards the street, wondering why on earth it wasn't that 'easy'. But I guessed that everyone had complications in their life, even the happy go lucky kind of people like Caroline Forbes.

I hailed a cab and got into it. "Sorority Club, SoHo," I told the driver who looked impressed at my get-up. I sat down onto the backseat and the driver nodded and I braced myself for what was probably going to be the worst night of my life.

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Sorority Club was one of the most magnificent nightclubs I'd seen before. Sure, I hadn't seen a lot but I'd been forced to watch enough chick flick movies with my mom to know that this club stood out. The entire building was brazen so that lights flashed off of it giving it a spectacular shine and you could hear the loud but tasteful music pounding from outsides. Hordes of people were lined up outside of it waiting to enter. Damon had told me to approach the bodyguard and say his name to get it, and because I didn't have a couple of hours to kill waiting in line, I decided to take his advice.

I paid for the cab and exited onto the sidewalk, walking up to the peak of the gathering at the door. I shivered a little and pulled my jacket on, feeling a little warmer. I pushed past a couple of people who shot me dirty looks and made my way through the crowd until I reached the bouncer at the door. He shot me a confused look.

"Hey, no cutting in line," He said, gruffly.

"I'm here for Damon Salvatore," I said, and immediately the expression on his face changed. Instead of the serious, irritated look that had previously occupied his stalwart visage, instead he bowed his head slightly and shot me a kind smile.

"Accept my apologies, Mademoiselle," He apologized immediately. "You may enter," He lifted the barrier so I could pass by him and I smiled gratuitously back at him, merely because he was grinning. I heard a lot of complaints but he silenced them with an angry hiss.

I was about to approach the actual door of the club that was swarmed with night clubbers clad in various party ensembles, shouting and laughing and dancing even at the door. The bouncer touched my arm, his eyes warm and brown. "If you need anything, Miss…."

"Bennett,"

"Miss Bennett… come and get me. I'll be here all night." He winked at me and I tried to keep the smile on my face. I didn't like the fact that he was looking at me like I was a piece of meat.

"Sure…"

"It's Ben," He put in as I rushed into the club, rolling my eyes at him. I was instantly enveloped into a contagious wave of energy. People were dancing all around me, rubbing up against one another and I had to admit, it did look like they were having fun. There was a giant bar set up on one side and couches lined up in swirl shapes in various corners. The rest of the gargantuan room was left for dancing and people sure did take advantage of it. There was a purple staircase to one side which had a giant sign saying 'VIP' over it.

I scanned the crowd, looking for Damon. I couldn't see him through the sweaty crowd of people so I made my way to the bar and ordered an appelini. I paid for it and swallowed it back just as someone tapped me on the back.

I turned to find Damon Salvatore standing there, dressed in a pair of snug looking jeans and a fitted white shirt. His opulent blue eyes glittered against his crow colored hair and I was rendered speechless for a few seconds. He waved his hand in front of my face. "Whoo, Bonnie. You sure clean up well." He muttered, his blue eyes taking in my dress and then lingering on my well accentuated chest. That was the wake-up call I needed.

"Hey, up here," I said, and Damon nodded, grinning wolfishly at me. I just rolled my eyes and he helped me down from the stool.

"Let's go up to my special area of the club," He waggled his eyebrows at me and I just let him lead me through the thick masses and up the stairs labeled for VIP's only.

"You're a VIP?" I asked, incredulously and he grinned.

"I am," He laughed, "Right this way, baby,"

"I'm not your baby," I responded, smacking him on the back.

"Ouch!" Damon mock flinched and I followed him into a room to the right. He closed the door behind us and I looked around the room, impressed. The room was violet in color with a bar to the side and a dance floor area to the center and right. There were a couple of plush purple couches to the side with coffee tables in front of them and the pounding sound of music filled the air.

"Care to dance?" Damon asked me and I looked at his outstretched hand hesitantly before I nodded. What harm could it do?

I threw my jacket onto the couch before I took his hand and he pulled me into his embrace wrapping his arms around my waist. I put my hands on his shoulder and we started to move to the beat. "So how did you get this place?" I asked, looking around at his little club area. It was nothing if not tasteful.

"I have connections, you know." Damon waved my question off like it was stupid and a little bit of annoyance flared up in me.

"You're acting very snobbish, youknow," I mocked his voice in the last 2 words of my sentence and Damon just grinned at me.

He dipped me backwards taking me by shock. "You are something," He noted, in an amused tone of voice.

I rolled my eyes and let him twirl me around. He paused for a second and called out 'something slower' and the music changed automatically. I couldn't believe the sound system was voice activated.

Damon looked at me smugly and I just rolled my eyes. "How did you get Better Vantage anyway? Your uncle must have been crazy to hand it over to you," I responded, in a snarky tone of voice.

"I was surprised when he wrote it to me in his will. I always expected it'd go to my little perfect brother," The revulsion he felt for his brother was clear in the tone of his voice. "He also wrote us a villa on the outskirts of NY," He added, as an after thought.

"Really? Is that where you live?" I asked.

Damon nodded, "Yep, me and my brother and his wife. They have the 1st floor, I have the 2nd, we all share the ground floor." He explained, though I didn't really care how his house was stratified.

"I didn't know you had a brother, Damon," The thought came to me suddenly because in my high school years with him, he'd never mentioned a sibling of any sort.

"Well, he used to live in Ohio with my Dad. My parents were divorced," He explained to me, nonchalantly.

"Were?"

"They died when I was in college. Mom died in a car-crash and Dad was the victim of a street fight gone bad," His eyes dimmed a little and I gasped.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to….I…" I trailed off as Damon brought his hand to my cheek.

"Nah, I got over it. S'kay. Now, how about we grab a drink? We didn't come here to gossip like old ladies," He changed the subject quickly and I nodded, not wanting to linger on a subject that secretly pained him. Though he acted all cool about it, I could tell his parent's death had had a toll on him.

Damon fixed two red fruity looking drinks and handed me one. I sipped on it and finding that it tasted good, I gulped it back. "What is this?" I asked him, sipping it heartily. He poured me another one,

"It's called the Damon A star Salvatore," He laughed.

I rolled my eyes but I kept on taking shots of the 'Damon A Star Salvatore' drink until I was seeing 4 Damon's. I gulped back another before he shoved the blender of the concoction away from me.

"That's enough for now. Let's dance!" He suggested, swaying slightly. I could tell he was just as drunk as I was. My vision swirled but I pouted as I tipped the cup upside down into my mouth, catching the drops on my tongue. I was getting easily addicted to the Damon A Star Salvatore drink, no matter how stupid its name was.

"But I want to drink some more." I told him, pouting for the first time ever.

Damon laughed manically at my expression and shook his head. "Nope. We're going to dance like we're dumb," He told me, in a slightly raspy voice.

I laughed, "We're dancin' like we're dumb…dumb…dumb dumb dumb dumb… our body's goin numb…numb…numb….numb numb numb. We'll be forever young young young young young young…" I sang along to Kesha's song and Damon laughed and neared me.

I didn't know what he was doing until his lips were on mine, tasting of the addictive drink and making me feel alive. They ignited a fire in my soul and I kissed him back, unable to do anything other. I was too drunk to think about the consequences that might happen. He kissed me back roughly, holding me close. He pressed kisses to my cheek and then my neck.

I didn't resist Damon as his movements started to get more lust filled. I encouraged him if nothing else. At that moment, all that mattered was putting out the fire he'd ignited in my soul. I didn't think about what I was doing or what it would mean for me in the future. That's the thing about acting on a whim; one never truly thinks something over. That's what happened with Damon and I that night. I made one of the biggest mistakes in my life.

A/N: And cut! First of all, HI! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in an age but junior year of high school has been kicking my BUTT like big time. I don't have time to do ANYTHING at all! Plus I'm taking the November SAT so I'm supposed to be cramming for it but I decided to take a break today…

Updates will be kind of minimal until November but then I'll try to update as much as I can.

Review and leave me what you thought about Bamon's hot night club experience. What do you think is going to happen next? xD

Lily

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