Shades of Hatred
Author: skysamuelle
Pairing: Bonnie/Damon, Damon/Elena
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rated: G
Summary: Most people walked through life cultivating a humbling need to be well-liked. Damon Salvatore did not.
A/N: Written for the Bamon Drabble Party at bubbly_fics. Prompt: Hate is easier than love.
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Most people walked through life cultivating a humbling need to be well-liked.
Humans, Supernaturals – it was all the same really. Everybody wanted to be popular, loved, and admired.
Damon Salvatore did not.
He thrived on receiving that sort of envy that was tinged with resentment and shame, if anything else: everybody wanted to be like him, because being evil seemed to always get him where he wanted to go with no hindrances.
Mostly, he felt at his best when he was being hated. And it was not because of some emo-bullshit about self-destructive tendencies and self-punishment, it doesn't matter what Dr. Phil preached.
He loved being unpopular, loved that it came so easily to him. People had a habit of hating him with a passion that left a mark on them.
They did not love him as easily or as deeply, but this didn't bother him, because he was not exactly a fan of most people.
Stefan's hate tasted either like well-gained relief or vindication, according the pace of their relationship at the time.
Elena's hate… was not quite as pleasant although he found her spoiled princess attitude whenever she tried to prove it undeniably endearing. Especially after the 'Jeremy-Gilbert-incident.'
Bonnie Bennett's hate is rooted in her narrow-minded view of the world, and this alone should wear thin the little patience he has, but it strangely doesn't.
It's so thick that Damon can nearly physically taste it during each one of their glaring contests, and hell it does something to him every fucking time.
He was never the kind of man or vampire to get lost in a girl's eyes: even with Katherine and Elena, he was more into appreciating their other assets – be it their bosoms or bottoms or pretty little pink lips.
Yet, the way Bonnie's eyes burned and darkened whenever they met his made it impossible to not pay attention. They made him want to devour her whole.
Bonnie's hate was a sweet-flavored poison, and all he wanted when she was around was to lap it up. Because it was fun, especially if resentment was everything he could ever squeeze out of her.
But…Damon wanted a real truce, if occasion to gain one arose. The little witch was going to become a contender when she grew up, and beside that… he was curious to see if he had a shot at her infamous loyalty. From the outside, that looked like a precious thing to possess. He had a feeling it could prove just as empowering as her loathing.