Bonnie leans back against the cushions of the couch bored as she waits for Damon. It was now two hours past sundown, and she was ready to leave, but not without a babysitter. She understood that everyone was concerned about her, but it didn't make it any less annoying. Just like the little glances they each threw her way occasionally. They watched every move she made and acted as if she'd snap and burn the house down. If they continued this she'd have to find new friends for all eternity. She taps her fingers against the couch. Her new heightened hearing picks up a hushed voice. "I should go with her. Her dad knows me." Caroline says in an urgent whisper.
"So?" Damon's uninterested voice responds, not really trying to keep quiet.
"I can help calm him down if he tries something." She reasons. Bonnie couldn't see her, but she just knew Caroline was folding her arms to help emphasize her point. "We don't need you ripping his heart out."
"Calm down, Barbie. We have lots of experience with the parents-who-want-to-kill-their-vampire-kids club. If this doesn't go well, we'll lock him up and compel him."
"Because no one is gonna question the mayor going missing." The blonde replies sarcastically. She rolls her eyes, wishing that she had backup. Unfortunately for her, Stefan and Elena had taken this time to disappear together.
"And your Mom's the sheriff." He tosses back before brushing past her to leave the room. He ignores the huff she gives as she follows him. His eyes immediately find a bored Bonnie on the couch. He walks over to her before extending a hand toward her. She begrudgingly takes it without a thought and let him pull her from her seat. He studies her face as stands. He doesn't miss the way Bonnie rolls her green eyes, knowing the question he's about to ask. "Do you need to feed more?"
"For the millionth time, Damon," She looks in his eyes, hoping to reach her point across. "No,"
He looks at her skeptically before drawling out, "Fine, but the moment you look at your dad like he's breakfast, we're gone."
She gives him a small shove and steps around him. She is met with Caroline's concerned face. Bonnie forces a small, reassuring smile. "It'll be fine. If things don't go well, Damon can teach me how to compel him."
"But the vervain…" Caroline starts to argue.
"Won't be a problem." Bonnie interrupts, thinking back to earlier. "Matt never leaves home without vervain, but Silas was able to compel him."
"You think you can do the same." Damon states behind her.
She turns to spare him a glance. "I'm hoping." She turns to face Caroline again, noting the questioning look covering her face. "But only if we have to." She adds for her friend's benefit. She feels a little relieved when her friend's face softens and a small smile takes over.
"Are you sure you don't need me there?"
"We'll be back soon, Care." She waits for Caroline's small nod before walking toward the exit. She hears Damon trailing behind her. For the first time she notes that her car was left at the Grill. She also notes that she didn't really need a car now.
Damon stops and looks to her. His lips curve into that familiar smirk. "So, I'm gonna explain the rules of safety when using vamp speed." He ignores the obvious eye roll Bonnie gives. He didn't want to invoke her new hybrid wrath, but he wouldn't be him if he didn't mess with her a little. "Number one: no stopping for pedestrian snacks. Rule number two: Don't –" His sentence gets clipped when Bonnie speeds off, leaving him standing alone. "Leave my sight." He tosses his head back before following in her direction. He doesn't catch her until she stops on her front lawn.
She stares at her front door, standing silent. She hears Damon as he comes to stand beside her. Bonnie feels his glare on her. She bites her lip before turning to look at him. "I need you to teach me how to compel him."
His eyebrow quirks in confusion. "I thought you said compulsion was a last resort."
"I only said that for Caroline. We both know how dramatic she can be." He gives a small chuckle in amusement. Bonnie steps closer to him, looking up to meet his eyes. "And we both know that he's not gonna welcome me in with open arms."
He stares back at her, pressing his lips into a thin line. His gaze shoots toward her front door and back to her. He gives a curt nod. "Fine," He moves his hands to her face again, making sure her eyes were locked on his. "You're gonna look directly into his eyes. Make sure he can't break eye contact. Remember the spell you did on Luka?"
"Yeah," She replies, thinking back to the time she invaded someone's mind. She felt a bit of excitement at the idea of not needing a spell for that now. Not needing a spell to have that kind of power over someone. "I remember."
"I'm guessing it's gonna feel similar. You'll know when you're in his mind; you'll feel yourself touching it. Then you go pull his mind into yours. Make him feel your influence. His mind isn't his anymore; it's yours. Tell him what you want to believe and what to think and he'll do it." His eyes break from hers and slowly travel down to her lips. His tongue shoots hot to wet his lips at the sight. He realizes that he has been slowly closing the gap between them. Bonnie blinks before leaning in closer, the memory of their first kiss fresh in her mind.
The thought of stopping him flashes briefly in her mind before she dismisses it. The kiss didn't have to mean anything if she didn't let it. She tilts her head toward him, awaiting his lips. He briefly brushes his lips against hers. "Bonnie?" Another voice calls through the yard. Bonnie lets out a huff before facing away from Damon. The vampire gives an exaggerated eye roll before copying her actions. So close, yet so far away; story of his life.
Bonnie doesn't miss the anger in confusion that lies on his face. "Hey, dad," She calls, forcing cheer into her voice.
"Mr. Mayor," Damon greets beside her. "How are you?"
"You haven't been home, or answering your cell. Now, I find you kissing a vampire. I thought you were with Dan."
"Dean," She corrects quickly.
"And you know how I feel about them, Bonnie." He continues on as if she hadn't spoken.
Bonnie sighs before glancing over at Damon. "Yeah, I know." She rushes to stand in front of her dad. Shock flashes in his eyes along with fear. She takes a calming breath before catching his similar green eyes. "It's okay." She whispers. She feels her influence rush into his mind. Her father's pupils become fixed and dilated on her. Damon takes a few steps toward them. He watches the former witch's face, looking for any signs of panic or regret. It worries him when he sees her face, devoid of emotion. He listens closely as she continues to speak. "I need you to invite me in, dad."
"You're a vampire," He says defeated, half into his daze. A single tear slides down his face as he faces his daughter.
"Focus," She demands, reaching up to grasp his shoulders. "I need an invitation. Can you do that?"
"Come on in." He murmurs in a monotone.
Bonnie smirks a little. She was good at this already. "Thank you. I'm also gonna need you forget that we were here tonight. All you remember is I'm okay and still human. And you can go back to being the same negligent father you've always been." She pats him on the shoulder before walking past him. Damon swiftly follows behind her. She doesn't stop until she reaches her room.
He watches as she fiddles through her things. "You're a quick learner." He comments casually, leaning against her door frame. She hums in acknowledgement, not stopping her task. "You don't think you were a little bit hard on him?"
She scoffs before moving to look in another drawer. "You don't think he deserved it?"
"Maybe for being the dick that put vervain in the water supply." He reasons with a shrug. He moves over to her bed before settling down. "But his only daughter just got turned into a vampire. Maybe he would've come around, like Liz."
"Or maybe he would've held me down and staked me." She mutters before grabbing something. Damon stretches his neck to get a better look of the object. Bonnie stares silently at a ring. "Day walking ring?"
"No," She says, not moving her eyes away. "Grams gave it to me. I told her I liked it one day and she just…gave it to me." His lips curve slightly as her face softens. She resembles the little witch he'd met a while ago. The overly loyal best friend of Elena and Caroline. She surprises him by throwing the ring back on the dresser. "Doesn't matter now," She mutters. Damon almost cringes at the cold look that forms on her face. She swoops up another ring before sliding it on her ring finger. "Got it,"
"We're good to go?"
She holds up a finger, telling him to wait. "Not yet." His question dies on his lips as Bonnie tugs her shirt off in one swift movement. Bonnie smirks at the audible gulp that comes from the vampire.
He gathers himself long enough to choke out, "Should I take something off too? Just so it's not awkward." He shamelessly lets his eyes wander over her.
"I'm not awkward." She says before letting her hands slide to the button of her jeans. With one movement she pops the button open. His eyes become fixed on fingers as she drags the zipper down. He looks back up at her smirking face. "Just because I'm living forever, doesn't mean I don't need new clothes. I figured we should leave things like that to Cas." Without another word she shoves her pants down to her feet. She kicks them off one foot at a time.
Damon raises an eyebrow in appreciation. This new side of the Bonnie he could get used to. He finds it interesting that considering the number of women he's been with, Bonnie just might be the sexiest thing he's ever seen. If he had any use for breath, it might have hitched when she started taking steps toward him. Her slow, seductive steps cease when she approaches him. She lifts a hand to each shoulder. There's a mischievous glint in her eyes as she stares down at him. He places a hand on her right above her waist. He absently rubs his thumb over her smooth skin before looking up. "In my experience, a sexy woman doesn't strip down to her underwear unless she wants something."
"You think I'm sexy?" She asks cocking her head.
He smirks as her hand slowly travels upward to rest in his hair. "I think you want something."
Bonnie chuckles at him. She tilts her head. He does have a point, she thinks. "You need to teach me how to hunt."
Damon lets his hand drop from the hybrid. "Sorry, Judgey. Looks like disrobed for the wrong brother. Stefan handles Bambi territory."
"I know that." She answers simply.
"Then…" He trails off as the meaning of her words hit him. "Humans?" A deep frown works its way onto his face, He admits that he thought the best way to control a new vampire was to let them feed until they got it right. It was better than letting them go out and have accidental murders on their hands.
"You taught Elena." She argues.
"Weren't you the one who told me I was turning her into a monster?" He questions while cocking an eyebrow. "Like myself,"
"That was before."
"What? You joined the fangs only club?"
She shrugs before turning away from him. "Before Jeremy died. Before Dean came to town. And yes, before Silas killed me. You were smart to do it. I don't want anyone's blood on my hands because I couldn't control myself."
"Fair enough, I guess."
She treads over to her closet and stops. "And it's gonna come in handy when we go up against Silas." She adds. "I need all the strength I can get."
He thinks her words over seriously. Bonnie seemed to have her mind already set. And he wasn't sure it was a completely bad idea. She needed to learn how to control herself. Maybe after she got passed the bloodlust, she wouldn't feel the need to undress for a simple conversation (not like that was a bad thing). He rolls his eyes and relents. "Fine,"
She smiles at her small victory. "Thank you." She turns to sort through her closet. She finally turns back to face him with a questioning gaze. "So, where are we going?"
"Wait, you meant tonight?" He asks, confusion clear in his tone. "Why so eager?"
"The faster the better." She shrugs indifferently. She folds her arms, turning an icy glare in his direction. "Why aren't you? You practically threw Elena on your back and flew off. What's different with me?"
Her question throws him off a bit. No, not the question, it was Bonnie's tone. Her voice that was laced with both anger and a little jealousy. He almost hates the satisfaction that rises in him because Bonnie knows what he's been feeling ever since Dean Winchester came to town. "Elena couldn't make my brain explode when she came to her senses." He tosses back in an even tone. "I'm not entirely sure it's you who wants this."
"It's me." She says just as evenly. "I'm only doing this because I need to." It was partly the truth, but she didn't want to tell him the need she had urge to have human blood from the vein again. She wanted the glorious thing she felt while drinking Matt to come back. It was intoxicating and she would kill just for one more second of it.
He studies her for a moment skeptically. He lifts a hand and gestures to her closet. "Make sure to put on something slutty."
She raises a brow before turning back to her closet. "I guess I'll have to improvise."
A/N: What do you guys think of dark Bonnie? No Team Free Will or Silas in this one, but they'll make their return soon.