You're a What?
Rated: Back up to an R rating, this chapter
Pairings: Bonnie/Stefan, Bonnie/Damon, some Damon/Elena, Stefan/Elena, mentions of Caroline, Katherine, Emily, Grams
A/N: I get so excited when I see more reviews from you guys! I took consideration of what you guys want to see so we'll definitely see what happens. I guess I can also say that this fic is a bit AU in some chapters from episodes, but we'll see how you guys respond!
Summary: What if Bonnie returned to Mystic Falls with another secret?
Chapter V
Bonnie decided to spend more time hiding away after school, reading up on the many books about witchcraft, extra notes that Emily or her Grams had written, absorbing all this information.
Her cell vibrated on the table nearby, and reached over to pick it up, and looked at the name on the front. Caroline. "Sorry, Caroline, not tonight." Bonnie tossed it back on the couch behind her since she was sitting down in front of the coffee table, reading by candlelight. She could only get just one paragraph in before the door knocked. "Oh my God..." Bonnie sighed in frustration and climbed up off the floor to peek through the peephole and sighed against the door frame.
"I know you're in there," it was in his sing song voice. "Come on, open the door. It's cold out here."
Bonnie reluctantly opened the door to find Damon, dressed in all black, waiting on the other side, moving back and forth on the heels of his shoes. "What do you want now?"
"Somebody's snippy today. I thought I should let you know that Stefan's good. I'm surprised your little mix worked."
"And why are you so surprised, Damon? You should always be on edge when it comes to good ole Mystic Falls." Bonnie sighed, leaning against the door frame, her hand gripped the door knob.
"Since Elena's doing who knows what with Stefan, I figured I should my favorite witch a visit." Damon had that familiar looking smirk to her, rocking back and forth on the heels again. "And ask her if she wanted to for a walk. I promise, no compulsion and I will keep my hands to myself. Come on, I'm bored, entertain me." Damon could have sworn he saw Bonnie give a little smile but hid it not that well. "You know you want to."
Bonnie sighed, and well, it wasn't as if she was afraid of Damon anymore. Afraid might not be the word, fearful is better. "Fine," she finally agreed, stepping over the threshold to leave her home but noticed how close Damon was standing before her, and she was going to ignore the tingle in the bottom of her stomach. "Distance is required for this."
He pouted his lips but took a few steps back. "Is this better or do you want me to get off the porch?"
"I was thinking where the driveway is but alright." Bonnie didn't know when her and Damon started to have a somewhat "normal" conversation. As they walked together deeper into the outskirts of Mystic Falls, near the woods, Bonnie noticed that Damon kept looking over at her from the corner of his eyes. "Somebody's nervous." Bonnie stated, stopping at a tree trunk that was currently cut down, sitting down on it. "Do I make you nervous, Damon?"
Damon just gave her a glare and kicked a rock.
"Leave the poor rock alone. What did it do you you?" Bonnie looked over her shoulder behind her, catching a small animal in the distance and she could smell the blood running through it's little body. So deep in hiding her hunger, her eyes turned black, and she felt her fangs starting to rise.
"Bonnie..." She jerked her head to look up at Damon who sensed her, sensing the animal, and leaned down, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Let go."
Bonnie just shook her head. "I can't!"
"And why the hell not? You're dead! Morals have gone out the window, so stop trying to be a human all the time and take what you want!" Damon growled at her, and Bonnie's eyes gazed over his facial features and down to his lips. Her eyes glistened some in the pale moonlight and bit the inside of her tongue with her fangs, letting her blood seep over her lips and she saw Damon's eyes go straight to her lips.
"Taste me, Damon..."
Damon didn't need to be told twice, he immediately attacked her lips, capturing them in a very rough but passionate kiss. All the tension between them from the necklace to Emily's possession, the distrust, it built up and up and up, and finally, it was being spent.
Bonnie could feel his tongue push through her mouth, attacking her tongue and tasting every bit of her blood that was coursing throgh her tongue. She could feel herself getting lightheaded as he continued to take her breath away, her eyes started to roll back but she pushed Damon back with enough strength that he crashed onto the ground. Both parties growled at each other, panting to catch their breath. "If I let myself go, I won't come back to being me. This monster's deep inside me and it's just itching to come out and.. play."
"Then why did you go to Stefan?"
"Stefan and I share something in common. We actually have a soul, unlike you."
Damon just gave her face but all he wanted was Bonnie now.
"What do you and I have in common, Damon?" Bonnie seemed to get more confident as the stars started to show up in the sky above them. "Wanting to kill each other? Blood lust? Feel free to jump in anytime? Maybe it's Elena... my friend and the girl you will never get." She took in a breath, walking towards him now. "I love Elena, I really do, but the girl doesn't know what she wants. Should I go for Stefan, who's been there for me or do I go for Damon who tempts me?" Bonnie even acted out a mock gasp as she finally got toe to toe with the other vampire.
Damon did the one thing he only could think of and that was pick up Bonnie with one arm and tucked it around her waist. "I prefer you with me than you with Stefan." Damon whispered to Bonnie to hold on, and used his superhuman speed to lead Bonnie further into the woods, to a small empty cabin. Well, it wasn't empty a month ago and well, the newlywed couple didn't make it through three nights. When he arrived there, he slowed down to where Bonnie could open her eyes to see that they weren't in the same place anymore. On top of that, Bonnie hadn't ventured this far into the woods, or know that there were cabins.
"Where are we?" Bonnie asked, her arms were wrapped around the vampire's neck, still a little woozy from the fast travel.
"Shh, spoiler alert." Damon shushed the young witch, well vampire-witch if he wanted to get technical.
His fingers grasped the doorknob to open up to the furnished cabin, leading the girl inside.
Bonnie ventured up the stairs, feeling each emotion the cabin had seen over the years.
Happiness, sadness, frustration, fear, overwhelm, and for some reason, lust was growing stronger and stronger as she came to the top of the stairs. Once she had been let down and go by Damon, he disappeared somewhere up the stairs and didn't come back down. Her empathy gift only grew as she passed the two doors that she passed, and approached the door at the end of the hall, and opened it to find Damon laying back on the bed.
"Oh darn, you found me. We should play and go seek more often." Damon had his hands behind his head, his legs crossed, staring at the girl before him who approached the foot of the bed.
"You should find more hiding places than a bedroom. Very Damon." Bonnie's fingers caressed the wooded end board of the bed, and brushed over left over candle that hadn't been lit but once her fingers came from it, it lit up the room even more.
"Come here," Damon was more than impressed at this girl who was more stronger, in more ways than just her witch powers but without the power of compulsion, Bonnie approached the bed, dressed in a pair of tights, a fluid skirt and a long sleeved shirt that covered up to her knuckles. "We should have a little fun," He grabbed the girl by the hand, yanking her down to where she crashed on top of him.
"Bastard," Bonnie could only get one word out of her mouth before her lips were captured by Damon's once again. But this time, Bonnie didn't fight back, didn't pull away. Instead, her legs moved to either side of him and she began to straddle him. But before anything got further, Damon revealed his fangs to bite down on the inside of his wrist, blood slowly rolling from the bite marks he made.
He wanted her to drink from her.
And like the monster that she really was, Bonnie latched onto his wrist, keeping her eyes on his and watched his eyes turn from intrigue to pleasure to lust.
Bonnie wasn't keeping count.
She forgot to around the fourth time she rode on top of Damon.
She could feel his hands gripping into her waist, guiding her rhythm. Her hair covered her breasts that bounced up and down, back and forth, and whichever way that Damon could make her go. The bite marks over her chest were healing quicker than she thought, and as she ran her fingers through her hair, brushing the strands away to reveal her chest to him, it looked spotless.
His hands left her waist and moved up to pull her hair, bringing her down as their lips battled each other.
And as Bonnie moaned out Damon's name for the umpteenth time, she felt her body start to shiver and shake, holding onto him as much as she could, fingernails digging into his skin. The desk and dresser that were also in the room started to shake, and it was definitely connected to Bonnie's awakening.
They were no longer enemies, nor friends. Not lovers, but not a one night stand. They weren't vampire and witch, just male and female, Damon and Bonnie.
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A/N: Oh yeah. That's all I gotta say about Damon/Bonnie!