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After having parked Alaric Saltzman's car (driver inside) in Bonnie's garage, Damon makes sure that the place is double-locked and pitch dark before heading back out. He dusts himself off from the tiresome task of making sure that Alaric would not be a problem anymore. Who would have thought that Alaric was a closet pervert anyway? Bleh. But hell, if he had a hot Bonnie in class, the fantasies would be too hard to resist to make into reality. However, having Alaric in the whole teacher-student fetish equation was not spank-bank material at all. It made him want to sock Alaric right on the nose again and make sure to force the vampire hunter watches with wide eyes as he drinks from Bonnie in more ways than one. At least, he thought, trying to give Alaric some leeway, he wasn't naked.
Damon closed his eyes and tried to narrow in on Bonnie's scent. He clenches his jaw in frustration when he fails to track her and he feels the worry fog his brain with the thought of Bonnie actually ending up in someone else's arms. Good lord knows just how many douchebags exists in this town. Fending all of them off for someone he didn't have feelings for was such a hassle. When his phone vibrates in his pocket, he immediately takes it and shoves it against his ear. "What?"
"Damon," Bonnie's steady voice greeted him on the other line, her tone obviously trying to play the calm card. When she takes a breath, all hell breaks loose. "What the hell did you do to the potion! You're the last person I ever… I can't believe this! The only time I ever decided to actually trust you to do something right and–"
"Where are you?" he cuts her off, but she's so busy accusing him of something that was more or less probably true and now was starting to make sense. Despite contrary belief that Judgey the Witch irritated the shit out of him, Damon honestly found it endearing to always get a front row seat of Bonnie's colorful emotions. She was always so high up on her pedestal, rocking those goody-two-shoes like a jazz dancer and to have her going on angry Sabrina mode was just damn sexy. She was such a character. And as of now, it wasn't her rant that made him lose his temper, it was the fact that he kept on feeling like he was on a deadline. The longer they were apart, the bigger the chances were that someone might beat him to her again. "Where… the fuck… are you… Bonnie?"
"…really! You think you're –god! I am so tired of putting up with AHHHHHHHHHHH–"
"BONNIE!" Damon yells louder into the phone, uncaring if her neighbors heard him. He hears a crunch of grass. When he hears crickets, he wants to crush his skull against the pavement for not figuring out her destination sooner.
In slow motion, Bonnie falls face front on her grandmother's grave. She gets a clear view of her tombstone and then dirt. The smell of fresh grass assaults her nostrils and she's halfway through a sneeze when she's forcibly turned around and the blue skies gets replaced by two fierce yellow eyes. "T-Tyler…?" She tries to move, but his whole muscular jock physique weighed down on top of her like Brandy –her Aunt Mildred's monstrous St. Bernard. Don't get her started on when that huge dog started to–
"OH!" she gasped loudly as Tyler started dry humping her against the ground.
Now this, she thought with much fascination, was different from Brandy. Though Tyler didn't have particularly minty fresh breath, it was a bonus that he didn't have some sticky spit oozing from his piehole like a faucet. And… "Ohhh…" Bonnie moaned in particular, Brandy didn't poke on her erogenous zones. She looks up to see that familiar glassy glaze, and she knows she's supposed to push him off and tell him she wasn't interested but when he starts sniffing her… Nuzzling her neck and then her chest –ever so gently, she forgets about a certain blonde and Tyler's usual school jock persona altogether. She's a bad friend, but… "Oh…" she whimpers again when this buff, gentle man starts kneading her inner thighs.
Other than the fact that this Tyler was different than his usual meathead glory, he also reminded her of the past… The past that entailed secret crushes and attempted first kisses. And besides those sweet childhood memories of eight-year-old Tyler proposing to her for a happily ever after ever they were still single by thirty, there was that lingering aura that this Tyler was half-animalistic. He reminded her exactly why the Underworld lycan movies were so hot. The werewolf sex was just hot. Honestly, she was never into the vampires thing. It had been Caroline and Elena who had gone gaga over that Twilight series. (Come on, vampires? Have you seen Nosferatu?) Bonnie had always been the secret fan of the whole fuck-without-care, fucking-senseless, rutting-on-the-cliff-while-they-scream-into-a-thunderous-orgasm werewolf sex…
When Bonnie hears that deep growl resound from this half-were man, she looks up at him and sees the extended fangs and piercing gaze. Then he dips his fingers down the waistband of her shorts, that's when she's a little lost for words. Her mind goes completely blank when he nips lightly on her collarbone.
Werewolf sex held so much promise –especially when said half-transformed were was exuding much alpha male hormones. Her helpless, magic-numbed body was more than eager to lap up the attention. The way he holds her is so protective, and she knows that this kind of authority meant only one thing: he was going to be dead serious about keeping her to himself. And she's all about girl power and feminism, but that's exactly what makes it hot. This feral character was so unpretentious and so carnal it reeked the particular kind of manliness that she failed to experience from her male peers on regular days. Either men were too intimidated to talk to her or they always disregarded her because of her usually pretty best friends. But this… This was…
The sharpest breeze pulls the body away from her, and when Bonnie breathes out, just like that, all the lust left her body like bad gas the moment contact was devoid. Lust fart, sorta. Bonnie realizes that she feels a bit drugged, a side-effect of a strong spell. Her nostrils are clogged up, the uneasiness in her belly, the forming moist in her underwear (but that was Tyler's doing), and she gasps aloud when she recalls what position she was in only a minute ago. No one notices her sudden awakening yet. She's a bit woozy as she squints at the commotion in front of her.
And there they were. Two supernatural forces growling, ready to cause permanent damage against each other. Having realized that her breasts were actually hanging out on the open (when the fuck did that happen!), she yelps loudly as she clasps her blouse together. When she looks up, they're still in that intense stare-off that in another universe, instead of tearing each other to pieces, they would have actually ended up kissing each other. Grimacing with her thoughts, it takes her a few moments to recognize that the challenger was none other than... "Damon?"
Damon's face was currently all vamped out. Clearly, the demon was out for blood. This Damon reminded her of that time he almost killed her. The grimace on her face remained when she realized that… Was Damon actually trying to keep Tyler off of her? It would have looked so romantic if he didn't look like a handsome gremlin. Just as expected, Vampire Damon does not respond to her call. It's almost-werewolf Tyler that tics to the sound of her voice, and he does not spare another second until he decides to leap into her direction again. She takes a step backward, but she doesn't really feel terrified because just on cue, Damon tackles him to the ground. He gives Tyler one great left hook, and Bonnie's heart soars with such pride she almost wants to kiss him.
The were lands on the crisp ground with a thud, grunting in pain, and the vampire holds him down and turns his head to look at Bonnie. To her surprise, his face isn't contorted with blood lust and creepy veins. "Are you alright?" he demands, as if he's that much concerned. When she doesn't reply, he tries again, giving Tyler another kick to the groin. "Bonnie?"
Seeing Damon's determined blue eyes, his strong jaw –he's so pissed off that he actually looks sincere, Bonnie remembers why she forgot about her werewolf obsession ever since Damon almost killed her… ever since she secretly realized that Damon was exceptionally a very hot vampire. Sure, this was Damon the asshole, the elder and sexier Salvatore brother, the stuck-up-on-Katherine-so-he-goes-after-Elena idiot, yes he was all those annoying things, but it was him. There was no lovesick expression on his gorgeous face, no glassy glaze over his breath-taking blue eyes… Despite the neutrality of his question, there was something in his tone that made her heart beat faster in a way she had never felt before. Damon wasn't spellbound. He almost sounded like he was… "Watch out!"
Despite the hard boot to the crotch, Tyler manages to switch positions with Damon. But the vampire keeps him in place, effectively disabling him until Bonnie realizes that she's not supposed to stay and watch the fight over her person. She decided she was not going to watch until they come up with the sharing principle.
"Bonnie!" Tyler shouts with all his might, and Damon tries hard not to kill him then and there.
As Damon is busy punching the lights out of Tyler, wanting nothing more but to succeed and bury him in the ground hopefully forever (sorry, grams), he, too screams her name when from the corner of his eye, he sees Bonnie running back to her car. "Wait for me! I'm coming with you; where the fuck are you going!"
Too confused about being in the whole situation in the first place, feeling almost like she betrayed Jenna and then Caroline, and then responding to Tyler's advances –Bonnie wants nothing more but to be buried right where her grandmother was. Sorry grams, she thought, driving away from the Underworld 4/Twilight dilemma happening on the cemetery. Her heart was still drumming like a rock concert, and she breathes out, trying to calm herself. She swallows the thickness on her throat when a certain question swirls in her brain... Was she in love with Damon Salvatore?
AN: RnR, hunnies! Thanks for reading! ;D
