A/N Hey guys. I know it's been pretty long since I posted anything, but… Well anyways I'm with you again. And the first thing I want to do is to thank you all who reviewed, faved or alerted. It really means a lot for me and it's you who encourage me to write, it's all you. So here we go….
He is dark and wicked and she smells like coffee. And that's not connected at all, but he's come all this way to Florida – why? – to sniff that black coffee's aroma, to steal a glance into the greenness of her eyes. Or to say something.
'Or, maybe, to get a good tan,' he muses to himself.
He hoped she would notice his presence, feel him near. But she goes on with her life and seems unaffected completely by the fact that he's come.
Damon arrived to Florida like a week ago. Yet, he hasn't made his presence known. He just found her house and watched her wake up, jog, meet people, go shopping, do random stuff. He, though, restrained himself from stalking her 24/7. He would leave her, go to his hotel room, to bar, find a girl to feed on or to whatever, no matter where he went and what he did, somehow he always ended up somewhere around her.
Just like now.
Damon, from the opposite the street, watches as she drinks her coffee in a café. She chose a table outside the café and looks absolutely gorgeous in the glow of the morning sun. Bonnie stares into space, sipping the streaming liquid, obviously lost in her thoughts. Damon wonder what she's thinking about – him, maybe? That would be nice. Immediately after that another thought comes – WHY he finds pleasant and warming that he might occupy her mind?
And then it all suffocates him. A century old vampire simply can't breathe. Because suddenly he can't convince himself that he came here just out of boredom. And he can't explain it.
And it scary.
So fucking scary, that his breath is knocked out of him when he finally says 'This is it' to himself and starts to cross the road.
Both of Bonnie's elbows are on the table, hands glued to a mug, which she holds in front of her. She makes little round moves with her hands watching liquid in the mug follow her movements. Light noise from the in front of her makes her look up.
And she's staring into the blues.
"Good morning" she offers.
"Indeed good." Damon studies Bonnie's reaction. "You don't seem that surprised I'm here."
"That's because I'm not. Elena called." She doesn't translate to Damon that she knows exactly how long he's been her, nor accuses him of anything, and he's very grateful to her for that. And looking her in the eye, he uses the moment of silence, scheming how to kill Stefan because no doubt it was his bright idea to make a call.
"So" – breaking the eye contact, Bonnie tries to make a conversation. "What took you so long to finally come to me?"
"I was, you know, making myself at home here." Damon doesn't want to be over-sarcastic. Maybe he doesn't want to be sarcastic at all, but if he's not she'll start to imagine things…
"Which reminds me" she makes a sip. "Where did you exactly settled?"
"At this hotel… what was its name…"
"Well, you can live at my place while you're here. My aunt with her family is taking off tonight." Wait? Really? She invites him into her house? Seriously?
Excitement. Overwhelming excitement.
"So how's Mystic Falls? Who died? Who came back to life?" she asks casually while showing him the house.
"Lockwood's turned out to be werewolves" Damon throws non-caringly.
"Lockwood's like in Tyler Lockwood?" Bonnie asks, eyes growing wide. "And here I liked him"
"Then it's good thing you've left Mystic"
"Aw, Damon, don't be so possessive"
"I'm not. I just don't wanna be running around taking care about witch werewolves babies."
"God, stop imagining things! I said I liked him, I didn't say I wanted babies with him."
Just when Damon opens his mouth to argue about it her cell rings.
"Yeah… sure.. I'm in" she looks up at Damon "Um.. I'll come with a friend."
"We're going to a party."
"Could your jeans be any tighter?" Damon throws a look up and down the witch.
"There's nothing wrong with them. Besides I've always wore jeans like that." Bonnie turns around before a mirror observing herself from different ankles.
"And what's with the shirt?" The vampire huffs from his spot on her bed.
"Huh?"
"I almost can see your breasts." Bonnie just shakes her head.
"Don't you think your make up is a little bit too garish?" He goes on counting he thinks is wrong.
"Don't you think you're talking a little bit too much?" Bonnie shuts him up walking to get her purse.
At the party Damon, in his turn, tries to do everything in his power to get under Bonnie's skin, he flirts shamelessly, his gaze follows every more or less pretty girl, he even gets to dance with some blond with legs longer then Eiffel tower. But the witch acts like she doesn't notice that at all. And that… stings.
He can't tell what she thinks or feels. He doesn't know in slightest how she feels about him. Does she really feel nothing? Or is that all an act? Or maybe she's just scared…. like he is?
He's not sure about anything anymore. It's usually either love or hate with him. He is supposed to live in black and white world, but in reality he's lurking in grayness lost for both goodness and badness.
When he thinks about it, it occurs to him that he not only lost himself, he lost the place where he lost himself. Doesn't make sense? Probably, but that's what he is thinking, leading a girl some place quiet to drink her up.
And he could swear, for a moment there he felt of the certain witch burn holes in his back with her eyes.
Later, at home, after she called it a night, after she went to her room and fell asleep, after he was sure she won't wake up anytime soon, that's when he dares to open her bedroom door with a little creak and slip into the dark room.
Standing at Bonnie's bed and watching her sleep wake up all the emotions inside of him. Yet, it these emotions have nothing to do neither affectionate feelings nor with loving thoughts.
Watching her makes him want to murder her. Probably smother with a pillow that lies nearby. Oh how much the witch gets to him. Right now he hates her – with passion. He despises her because she's so perfect. Because she can do things the right way. Because she does things in the right way.
If he just ended her now she would never have this kind of power over him. She would be completely powerless. If he could just kill her.
But could he?
Damon leaves the room angrily in rush. Mad at her, himself and all fucking world around him. That night in Florida one woman end up dead and three more will wake up without any memories about the previous night.
When Damon's back to Bonnie's she's it's morning and she's already up and probably taking shower. He strolls casually into her room and takes his chance to look around; maybe he'll find something interesting, who knows.
The room is done in deep violets and olive-greens colors. Sunrays, coming from a big window, pierce her bedroom with morning light and there are sunlight spots on a wall. All that makes Damon feel comfy and homey for a minute. But than it's gone and he'll never think about again.
First he lays his eyes on her photos attached to the vanity - she's with her friends, smiling, happy. Than he lays his hands on her lacy thongs in the dresser. And while stuffing it into his pocket, he suddenly notices something interesting.
A necklace.
It is similar somehow with the one that was supposed to open to tomb back then in Mystic Falls, but not quiet the same. For instance it looks more expensive. Much more expensive. Is that gold? He wonders fingering it. The stone is bright red. Shining, very, very fascinating blood red stone.
Damon closes his hand around the necklace and it particularly sends a jolt of shock though him. Not that it hurts in any way, Damon can't even describe it and he's not so sure if he really felt it or he just imagined the feeling.
"What are you doing?" Came a sharp voice from behind him. For some reason Damon has to fight hard to stop himself from throwing the necklace somewhere under the bed and starting to justify himself.
Instead he turns around to face Bonnie and shrugs. "Nothing." A beat. "There's an interesting thing…" he's turning the necklace in his hand and finally lets it fall from his palm, but still holding its thin chain.
"Let me guess. You want me to tell you everything about this necklace?" Damon nods, smirking on his witch's wits. "Well, simple witch talisman. It helps with power-managing and all…" she trails off walking to Damon and taking the necklace out of his hands to examine it herself. "Indeed interesting thing…"
She looks up to meet Damon's stare. "Is that that thing that that Mark guy wanted?" The vampire frowns.
"You remember his name, huh? And maybe it is, maybe it isn't." Bonnie turns her back to him and walks to the dresser to put the jewelry back in its place.
When she looks at him again all Damon can do is hold on to his human speed. Because he's drowning in a wave of lust he never saw coming. And when the next minute his lips cover hers, he feels warm and alive once her lips parted for him.
He is so lost…
A/N SO? What do you think? Tell me please I really need to know.