The Sect
The Perfect Gentleman
He leaned against the rough wall of Feddicinis a predatory smile touching his lips as he scanned the crowd carefully, in search of a satisfactory snack.A crowd of giggling girls sauntered past him, muttering their approval of his appearance.He heard tiny snippets of their inane ranting, his concentration elsewhere.Like on the pretty little red head streaming away across the street, for a momenmt a memory flashed to mind, but the hunger ruled it away, as it was always known to do.
He began his pursuit, streaking around numerous bends and turns of the streets he knew so well, once he was certain that he was far enough ahead of his unsuspecting prey he chose his striking position carefully.
As usual he was correct in his assumptions and a moment later the red head crashed into him, it was only then that he got a good look at her and froze in momentary shock.
"Damon?"That one word from those sweet lips and he knew he was in trouble.
"What are you doing here?"He asked, staring down at her with eyes of emotionless obsidian.She stumbled backward trying to regain her balance.It was then Damon noticed it, a faint glimmer of a stronger power.A protective shell of azure coloured vapour encasing the fiery witch.A power with a great amount of potential.Bonnies power.He was suprised not alarmed by the impressive rate at which her powers had developed, he hadn't thought that the sweet and innocent Robert E Lee senior of two years ago would have been able to possess such a power.But here she was, alive, breathing hard and looking very...
She seemed to blink her way out of her shocked stupor and answered."Me?I..well I'm on my way to Asia."
He was thankful for her interruption of his thoughts.If she hadn't then maybe he would of..."Whereabouts in Asia?"Now he was thankful for his grasp on reality.
Damon watched her intently as she replied."Ethiopia," and quickly added."To see a relative."
He raised a skeptical eyebrow."I thought your ancestors were Scottish."
"Yeah...but my uncle he went to Ethiopia...he was an archeologist and he decided to uh settle there after a dig."She managed to say, just a little too quickly to be convincing.
He, of course didn't believe it for a second.But the determined light in her eyes and her slightly askew power centre made him decide not to call her up on it."Well I hate to break it to you witch but this isn't Asia.It is in fact Italy."
"Umm yeah I know.I was planning on staying the night here and then travelling on to uh Ethiopia tomorrow."She said, looking everywhere but at him.
"Really?"He said, looking her up and down.She looked tired, the dark circles around her eyes and her dusty clothes were proof of that.It was then he supposed that he decided what was to be done."So where are you staying tonight?"
"Staying?"She repeated, asthough she didn't understand."Uh... at a hotel."
Damon took a breath, calling on his diminutive amount of patience."Yes cara I know that.But which hotel?"
Bonnie twirled around, looking for a suitable place of accomodation."Uh that one!"She pointed to a large nearby building.
"That's a house cara."
"Uh yeah...then the one next to it."She corrected hesitantly.
"There is nothing beside it cara."
Now she was begining to look annoyed."I don't know I just came from the bus station."
He smiled,"Then let me be the perfect gentleman and escourt you to a nice quaint little hotel I know of."
"YOU!Gentleman?"Bonnie burst into laughter, a moment later she seemed to remember who it is she was talking to and stopped."Uh...did I say that out loud?"
Damon continued to look at her, gaze unwavering."Yes, you did."He grinned, latching on to her arm and steering her towards his black mercedes.
"Uh hey... I didn't say yes."
Damon didn't stop in his steering."I know cara.But since you can't tell a house from a hotel I think you need some guidance."She made a fustrated noise at this and so he added."And what would my little brother say if he found out that his wifes best friend visited Florence and I left her to be mauled on the streets of our home?"
"Since when do you care about what Stefan says?"Bonnie quipped, trying to unsuccessfully pull away.Damon kept a strong hold on the struggling witch as he piloted her into the passengers seat.
The Perfect Gentleman
He leaned against the rough wall of Feddicinis a predatory smile touching his lips as he scanned the crowd carefully, in search of a satisfactory snack.A crowd of giggling girls sauntered past him, muttering their approval of his appearance.He heard tiny snippets of their inane ranting, his concentration elsewhere.Like on the pretty little red head streaming away across the street, for a momenmt a memory flashed to mind, but the hunger ruled it away, as it was always known to do.
He began his pursuit, streaking around numerous bends and turns of the streets he knew so well, once he was certain that he was far enough ahead of his unsuspecting prey he chose his striking position carefully.
As usual he was correct in his assumptions and a moment later the red head crashed into him, it was only then that he got a good look at her and froze in momentary shock.
"Damon?"That one word from those sweet lips and he knew he was in trouble.
"What are you doing here?"He asked, staring down at her with eyes of emotionless obsidian.She stumbled backward trying to regain her balance.It was then Damon noticed it, a faint glimmer of a stronger power.A protective shell of azure coloured vapour encasing the fiery witch.A power with a great amount of potential.Bonnies power.He was suprised not alarmed by the impressive rate at which her powers had developed, he hadn't thought that the sweet and innocent Robert E Lee senior of two years ago would have been able to possess such a power.But here she was, alive, breathing hard and looking very...
She seemed to blink her way out of her shocked stupor and answered."Me?I..well I'm on my way to Asia."
He was thankful for her interruption of his thoughts.If she hadn't then maybe he would of..."Whereabouts in Asia?"Now he was thankful for his grasp on reality.
Damon watched her intently as she replied."Ethiopia," and quickly added."To see a relative."
He raised a skeptical eyebrow."I thought your ancestors were Scottish."
"Yeah...but my uncle he went to Ethiopia...he was an archeologist and he decided to uh settle there after a dig."She managed to say, just a little too quickly to be convincing.
He, of course didn't believe it for a second.But the determined light in her eyes and her slightly askew power centre made him decide not to call her up on it."Well I hate to break it to you witch but this isn't Asia.It is in fact Italy."
"Umm yeah I know.I was planning on staying the night here and then travelling on to uh Ethiopia tomorrow."She said, looking everywhere but at him.
"Really?"He said, looking her up and down.She looked tired, the dark circles around her eyes and her dusty clothes were proof of that.It was then he supposed that he decided what was to be done."So where are you staying tonight?"
"Staying?"She repeated, asthough she didn't understand."Uh... at a hotel."
Damon took a breath, calling on his diminutive amount of patience."Yes cara I know that.But which hotel?"
Bonnie twirled around, looking for a suitable place of accomodation."Uh that one!"She pointed to a large nearby building.
"That's a house cara."
"Uh yeah...then the one next to it."She corrected hesitantly.
"There is nothing beside it cara."
Now she was begining to look annoyed."I don't know I just came from the bus station."
He smiled,"Then let me be the perfect gentleman and escourt you to a nice quaint little hotel I know of."
"YOU!Gentleman?"Bonnie burst into laughter, a moment later she seemed to remember who it is she was talking to and stopped."Uh...did I say that out loud?"
Damon continued to look at her, gaze unwavering."Yes, you did."He grinned, latching on to her arm and steering her towards his black mercedes.
"Uh hey... I didn't say yes."
Damon didn't stop in his steering."I know cara.But since you can't tell a house from a hotel I think you need some guidance."She made a fustrated noise at this and so he added."And what would my little brother say if he found out that his wifes best friend visited Florence and I left her to be mauled on the streets of our home?"
"Since when do you care about what Stefan says?"Bonnie quipped, trying to unsuccessfully pull away.Damon kept a strong hold on the struggling witch as he piloted her into the passengers seat.
