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Alaric Saltzman was a killer alright –vampires and ladies alike. Because when he flashed her that signature bad boy grin that assuredly gave women a major case of jelly knees, Bonnie found it hard to stop herself from ogling him. He was wearing his leather jacket again, and from where she stood at arm's length, she could tell that his bodywash was purposely meant to seduce because damn, he smells good. She gulps audibly, and tries to get her car keys from her pocket. For a moment she wonders if he's possessed by another Original vampire, but when she accidentally gives in to his piercing gaze, Bonnie mentally face-palms. For once she actually thought about preferring to have seen Klaus' angry spirit through his eyes instead of seeing the glassy stare that mirrored her surprise and the kind that swore eternal love flame. She tries to open her car door but she feels his thick fingers locked on her arm. "Um… Can you let go, Ric? I'm on my way to…" She makes a complete pause when she feels the strength of his zeal, his interest in her itinerary reflecting through his intense blues, it makes her feel uncomfortable than flattered. "To... the police station." If only she could high-five herself for thinking of such an effective lie. Perfect. It was the perfect reminder for him that hitting on her was illegal. Illegal = jail.
"Can you say that again, Bonnie?"
"What, jail?" she automatically responds. When Alaric gave her an amused smirk, Bonnie clears her throat loudly and asks politely, "Say what, Mister Saltzman?" Remind him he's your teacher, she tells herself. She didn't really expect Alaric to fall into the same hopeless romantic spell, but she somehow did expect him to be the most sensible of the bunch. More often than not, it was a weakness that she trusted people too much.
"My name," Alaric dares, and pulls her flush against him, making her gasp loudly.
Bonnie tries to pivot away, but he takes another step and traps her against her only means of escape. She should have given more time into mastering that teleportation trick. Because molded against him like this in the broad daylight was not helping. When Bonnie realizes how tall and buff Alaric's frame is, she forget the struggle. She remembers thinking just how hot he was the moment he wrote his name on the chalkboard the first day of his class. It was hard to focus when someone hot was preaching history to you, and this was no exception. Nothing this masculine could ever be just ignored. She had to give Alaric credit –despite the glassy stare, the man was oozing bravado. How can he be handling his condition so… sexily? He didn't look pliant like Stefan or Jeremy. He was fearless, and that leather jacket –it was just so Damo –OOPS. Bad Bonnie. Despite all the contradicting feelings forming in her mind and body, the most levelheaded cause taunted her loud and clear: think about how you're going to explain all that eye sex to Jenna. And just like that, the excitement plummets downwards. To quote Elena, "Creeepy."
Instead of whisking her away far from Mystic Falls and make her forget that she was a good girl, Alaric chooses to be an adult now because he finally does the analyzing thing to explain his sudden interest of her. Dependable Alaric, as always. "I'm not supposed to say this, I know, but when I saw you today, I thought to myself, you're… one of my admirable students." He chuckles, as if it's been a secret he had been hiding for so long. "Scratch that, babe. You're the best." He gives her that grin again and he leans closer.
Bonnie is caught between a whimper and a moan when his five o'clock shadow tickles the soft skin on her neck. It was the oddest of sensations –to have someone so seemingly in control hit on you like this. But, Bonnie tries harder, refusing to relate the heat of the moment to… positive excitement (arousal). She wishes he would shut up, but he resumes talking like it's his job. He is a teacher, after all…
"And when my presence surprised you a few minutes ago and you said my name… it was simply…" Alaric dramatically shivers with delight, deliberately letting the tremors extend to her personal bubble. His lips make contact with the sensitive lobe of her ear as he whispers, "Orgasmic."
Bonnie almost swoons… almost. Because a badass teacher was always going to be hot. It was very tempting to get lost in his words, his musky scent, and there was that fact that he wasn't related to Elena in any direct way whatsoever, but when Bonnie feels a moist tongue make a hot path on her jugular, her eyes widen like saucers for the nth time today. Thinking hard of Jenna and her titular Judgey nickname (moral reality check), Bonnie does something she didn't particularly enjoy –she sets him on fire.
Somehow, Bonnie could not find it in her to damage the leather jacket; perhaps it was due to a long lecture about saving vintage leather jackets thanks to a very arrogant blue-eyed vampire. However, Bonnie considers her expression of mercy related to the fact that she did not want to hurt her teacher/friend and rob Jenna of her hopeful happily ever after –among other things. But Bonnie couldn't help but watch in slight pity as Alaric started to chase around the little playful flames sparkling on his derriere, just like a dog chasing its own tail on an extra stupid day. Ever the goody two-shoes, Bonnie still half-heartedly calls out a "Sorry, Ric!" to him before getting inside her car.
And while the history teacher/vampire hunter tried to extinguish the flames on his very hot ass, Bonnie speeds away from the scene of the crime. Trying to forget about her weakened self-control with Alaric, Bonnie keeps her focus on the road. Where the hell was she going to go now?
When the dreaded Prius took Bonnie away from him, Alaric almost felt like his heart was being ripped away from his chest. Sitting on the lawn, he had finally managed to put a stop to his blazing behind. Instead of feeling terrified of Bonnie's display of power, her little stunt actually left him a little hard. He had always been drawn to those secret dominatrix women like moth to a flame. The burnt back pocket of his trousers weren't proof of a failed attempt to get Bonnie but it was actually a special kind of brand from her. His very own Bonnie mark. It was a most welcomed pleasure, to feel the heat of her power warm his body. It made him want her more. He couldn't think of anything else.
Alaric was a vampire hunter because of those common reasons most hunters become hunters. Their past, their women, their secret thrill. He was one of those who actually enjoyed the power over those often attractive supernatural zombies. But he was also one of the few who hunted vampires because they reminded him of his darkest secrets; he was one of those who fell into the 'you hate what you are' category. As much as he felt like a male Buffy on his missions, Alaric knew the confidence and strength he had gained all these years had made him a predator just as much as those blood-suckers were. And the adrenaline that pumps through his veins like hot iron before a hunt was strong to his senses now. He was determined to get what he wants –he was going to get Bonnie.
It was always fun to give someone the heads-up that you're It. So to make the chase all the more exciting, Alaric dials her number.
It takes about three rings till she answers. "Alaric! You have to listen to me. You're in a spell! You don't really want me!"
Alaric smiles at her concern. "Not even a hello, sexy?" This girl was delusional. How could she say that he didn't want her?
He thinks she made gagging sounds over on the other line. "You… You're my teacher, Alaric! AND you're Jenna's fiancé!"
Jenna Shmenna, Alaric thinks with a roll of eyes. He presses the phone closer against his ear, wanting to hear more of her sultry voice. "Bonnie, I could fail you in class..." When she stops rambling, he snickers. "Don't worry. There is one way to pass my class…"
Bonnie screeches in distress. "Don't even go there!"
"Is to let me show you just how much I want to…" A world class frown etches itself on Alaric's face when the line went dead. He sighs sadly just like Stefan did a few hours ago. But, unlike the Salvatore, he was not going to strike a deal with Elena to prove his affection for Bonnie. Looking far across the road where Bonnie had driven away, Alaric smiles, highly encouraged. This was going to be such a fun-filled day. Alaric was determined to show Bonnie that they can make it work –the whole student-teacher relationship thing. Secret relationships were twice as fun.
Anxious to follow Bonnie's trail, he walks down the street to get his car. The driver's door is blocked by none other than a vampire he strangely feels like competition. "Eh...?"
The last thing Alaric sees is Damon's cocked brow, his smirk and his raging fist.
AN: You guys know the drill! RnR for inspiration! Thanks for reading! ;D
