Vengeful Bonnie

Chapter 2: Turning point

Author's Note: Thank you for each one of your lovely reviews! It really made my day. Here is chapter 2. I will try and update the other stories too real quick.

And wicked indeed he was, Damon was one of those guys- the ones often played by Kevin Spacey or Anthony Hopkins who just had a diabolical plan for everyone and everything, but on rare occasions- no not Christmas or some other date humans use to eat like gluttons he would say- you might just get lucky and see his soft side.

Lately the said soft side appeared more than frequently and you could think it was because of a certain dark- skinned teen witch, but he would say you just went mental because no one was that important for Damon to matter and to have a place in his heart.

But that is just what he would say…

The deal was clear, Bonnie and himself had held a little private meeting in her bedroom a Friday night when her dad was out for some deserved drinks at the local bar.

They talked for about two hours while eating junk food on her bed.

They went over the same stuff three times because Bonnie wasn't totally sure that Damon – who always has alcohol in his system- paid enough attention to the matter at hands.

"So, you sure you got it? Now tell it to me, so that I check up", Damon made an annoy look, not quite rolling his eyes but they were practically closed and he sighed to emphasize the fact that she was getting on his nerves. Bonnie frowned.

"We go to that event Mayor Lockwood holds at his house tomorrow night, you attract Logan, get him a little drunk- but that might not be too hard- then you drag him away from the crowd and then I come in, and attack him, badly enough for him to pass out, but unfortunately not quite to die. Then I feed him my blood, not before compelling him to forget who we are and what we did and to make him believe that I'm feeding him orange juice. Well more like grape juice but whatever. I kill him then we disappear like nothing ever happened. Did I get it right enough for you Ms. Bennett?"

"Yes the wicked one," she began with a wide satisfied though a little goofy grin. "Naa, don't call me that, I prefer the irresistible, and sexy as hell one." She hit him playfully on the chest, "wow, and hard as stone too!" she made a face "oh my god, I think you broke my hand! I hate you!".

Bonnie ran off to the bathroom to put some iced cold water on it, she pushed it open and plunged her hand in the sink. Damon stands closely behind her and whispers in her ear, "You know, some of my blood would help-". He was thrown on the bathtub wall in a second.

"Don't even go down that road Salvatore! I don't know what you want to accomplish giving me your blood but that got to be some sick game of yours to spy on me even more, so thanks but no thanks! But no offense though, I'm sure it tastes really good"

"And it would make you even more powerful..."

"Shut up! I'm no longer listening to you!" she had her hands clasped over her ears and was now showing her tongue to him.

He was now right in front of her, looking at her in a piercing way, his eyes right in hers. "You know you look too cute when you act all feisty and try to resist me."

"Oh no it's not difficult at all" they were now on her bed again, they were lying on it as if they were gazing at the stars- some other romantic shit Damon thought. "I just need to remember that you do actually eat people, you're like an ogre or something."

"Well you're not all better fire-cracking-feather-flying-I-love-to-play-psychic-teenage witch."

"Yeah, I guess, we're worth each other" she said grabbing his hand eyes still on the ceiling.

The Lockwood party came fast enough, too fast for Carol Lockwood's liking though. She was running all over the place ordering the caterers to serve this and that to that important man and his wife there, as a maniac that she was. If she could do the catering herself she would. Guests were coming in and she still had to go and greet them good evening. Where the hell was her husband she thought. Yeah, where was he? He and his freaking council shit, she cursed.

She came across Elena Gilbert, an friend of her son's and Stefan, her delicious boyfriend. No Mrs. Lockwood didn't tap herself on the hand for thinking like that.

Bonnie entered the room and searched for Damon but he was nowhere in sight, then she spotted Stefan and Elena, she gestured to go their way but was soon cut in her tracks by Tyler Lockwood. He put his hand around her waist and he kept her to himself- or we could say hijacked her plane, well it was how she saw it. "Don't you look beautiful tonight Ms. Bennett." He put on his "I'm charming" smile and Bonnie actually giggle at his goofyness in making compliments. They were now at the drink table, and Tyler ordered some exotic juice for himself, and asked Bonnie what she would like to take.

"A sex on the beach, please". Now Tyler was completely taken aback and his jaw literally dropped open. But he closed it soon enough not to get remarks. The caterer couldn't find the will to disagree with Bonnie and served her drink. "Enjoy your drinks" he added with a wide smile when he handed them the two glasses. He was as red as a tomato when Bonnie actually thanked him and touched his fingers while taking her glass. Men…

"Wow, I was just going to have an orange juice and then spike it, but you…you just went for it." They were now in the middle of the room, surrounded by other couples, some were dancing smoothly to Coldplay's Violet Hill, others were just exchanging words and acting as if they had not seen each other for ten years, although in reality they lived across from each other and every time they went for the mail they acted as though they hadn't seen one another just to spare themselves the effort of actually saying hello.

"You know Tyler," she put her hand on his shoulder- one day in a deep conversation with her father, he told her that when you touch people they tend to listen to you more and actually thought you care a shit about them, some work strategy of some sort she thought. "sometimes you just got to do things, just for the thrill of it. I know you think your parents could have spotted you, but what the hell!"

With that she left him dumbfounded on the dancefloor holding his miserable unspiked glass of exotic juice.

Eventually, she found Damon a smirk plastered on his gorgeous non aging face, one hand on the wall cornering some bimbo Jenna used to know back in college.

She looked like a model, long tanned thin legs, 5 inch heels, a way too short cocktail dress and she was flipping her extensions behind her shoulder.

She had a light skin with strawberry long hair and big wide blue eyes. She was nothing like 5'4 dark-skinned, green eyed Bonnie Bennett.

The PDA was outrageously disgusting, the girl was feeding him her Martini olives, she didn't know when he stepped foot on the Lockwood property but he surely didn't waste his time. She decided to actually step in when the girl was about to stuff him the cherry. She cleared her throat loudly and put a hand on her hip. Damon turned his gaze towards Bonnie and almost choked on his olive. Was there a pit in it? Don't think so.

Bonnie was wearing a v-cut draped silk blue dress that was showing a little cleavage. The dress wasn't showing much skin but it sure suggested what was underneath. Her hair was up in a nice sophisticated do, and she was wearing 4' inch Coach platform heels with a nice leather lining around her ankle. To keep the rock spirit she would say. She sure wasn't looking like the Bonnie that was dancing and bouncing in his living room four days prior.

He kept staring at her all the while clearing his throat as if he had a cold or something.

"Sorry to interrupt your eating, but we've got business to attend to." She added a fake smile and batted her eyelashes to the way too lightly dressed girl.

She then turned around and made her way to a quiet room to talk to Damon. He didn't even look back at the girl to excuse himself, and followed Bonnie as if he were compelled. She didn't reach the room because Damon held her up by the forearm. He flashed her one of his numerous charming- yet sexy- smiles. The ones he was feeding cute girls drinking shots of tequila in a noisy bar. Way to feel unique Bonnie.

"Wow, I don't even find the words to say how gorgeous –" he began,

"Don't. It's not like you were looking for me or anything. So I just wanted to tell you that I'm going forward with the plan, I spotted Logan stuffing his mouth by the catering stands. He has a glass of champagne in his hand and I believe it's not the first."

With that she stormed off to find Logan, he was harassing his long time now ex- girlfriend Jenna Sommers, she went to Jenna and took a petit four and stuffed it in her mouth, savoring the flavor of salmon on her tongue.

Jenna looked right in her eyes, "Help me" she mouthed Bonnie with a desperate look on her face. Here it was, the perfect approach. The organ of All the Right Moves by OneRepublic began to fill the air.

"God I love this song…So romantic…" Bonnie faked awe. In a second, Logan Fell was by her side offering out his hand. "Would you do me the honor of dancing with me charming lady?".

As a response Bonnie took in his hand and let herself be led to the center of the dancefloor. One thing Bonnie didn't know was that Logan Fell was much more than a simple TV news guy, he was a great dancer. Well there were plenty of other great dancers, he wouldn't be missed. They slow danced at first, but then Logan as the show off he was, twirled Bonnie around and dipped her, his face inches from hers. Yet Bonnie didn't show disgust, she was a good actress. She only stared back into his chocolate brown eyes, and gasped at the move. Logan was somewhat content and smiled slightly, he put her up and resumed on slow dancing. His hands were somewhat grazing Bonnie's bottom, she had to hold back the urge to throw him all the way across the room with her mind. For Grams, she kept repeating herself.

She somehow managed to enter his mind and pull him to ask her to go somewhere more quiet. How many guys just said the exact same sentence just to get in your pants? A lot.

She nodded and he lead her by the hand towards the garden, where the light was dimmer. Damon had caught glimpse of all the scenery and followed them closely. Logan pushed Bonnie again the porch banister, again grazing her ass, he leaned in and Bonnie could now feel his alcoholic breath on her face. Damon couldn't take it anymore, Logan was about to reach Bonnie's lips when Damon sped and threw him off of her. He glared at her but said nothing. Together they went to the place Logan had been thrown.

"Make it quick, Salvatore"

"Always, Bonnie" he replied with a smirk. Bonnie turned her head from the scene, Damon had held Logan by the throat and was practically munching on it as if it were some kind of bone a dog would throw itself to. Bonnie practically failed to restraint herself from puking right here right there, in the Lockwood's perfectly flowered garden.

Damon let Logan fall to the floor with a thud but before he took his sleeve to dry up his mouth. He then cut his wrist and let the blood enter Logan's mouth. Eventually he had to put his wrist in Logan's mouth in order to get a good amount of vampire blood in his system. A few minutes later Logan began to stir, Bonnie had approach and eyed the scene cautiously, Damon held him up and widen his pupils,

"You don't know what attacked you, and you won't remember we were ever here with you. And you'll stop eyeing Bonnie Bennett as if she was food. Little respect here."

A pause.

"Okay!" said Logan in a cheerful tone. The one he used for his newscast.

"This is for Grams!" Bonnie kicked him in his genital parts, hard. Damon couldn't restrain a laughter, he eyed Bonnie amused. She was fuming.

"Arrrrrghh" Logan cried in pain, shielding his male parts with his hands.
"Why did you do that for?" he whined.

"Shut up you little shit!" Damon hissed. He put his foot on Logan's knee, menacing. He stomped it hard it crushed to pieces. "That was for grazing her ass you trash!"

Bonnie eyed him and chuckled, they stared at each other for a few seconds and Damon returned his gaze to a pained Logan. He held him up by the throat and suddenly snapped his neck.

Damon held out his arm to Bonnie, staring at her with content in his eyes. She accepted it gratefully and together they walked back to the heart of the party.

A/N: So? I hope I didn't get it too dark… Hope you liked it!