Hey you guys, so a lot of you seemed a bit confused with the last chapter, asking questions like 'Why would Matt be so stupid to challenge Damon?' 'Since when does Matt speak Italian?'
'Why was Matt's pov so small?'
I'm sorry, I didn't think it would cause so much confusion, but the Pov at the end of the last chapter, I didn't say that was Matt, I just said 'Unknown Pov' So it might be Matt... might not be Matt, I didn't say it was, baha:3
Just thought I'd clear that up.
Bonnie Pov.
Bouncing down the stairs, I rushed into the kitchen and swiped a piece of toast off the table, in a hurry as I was late for school, and Meredith was waiting outside.
Before sprinting out the door, I turned slowly, and eyed the stranger sitting at the dining table with my parents.
Walking cautiously back to the kitchen, my parents looked at me sternly as if I had just disrupted a private conversation.
"Bonnie, that was extremely rude of you, introduce yourself to the man, now." My Dad spoke harshly.
Taken by surprise, I glanced at the man, the very hot man.
"Uhh, Hi, I'm Bonnie?"
"Pleasure, Bonnie. My name is Michael, a friend of your Fathers. I'm going to be staying here for a while, until I can manage to get a place of my own."
Something about the way he spoke made me doubt this.
"And he is welcome to stay for as long as he likes, right Bonnie?" Mum spoke.
Her usual soft voice was flatter yet more vicious than usual, almost like how she speaks to Dad.
"Uh, I guess, yeah of course. Anyway, I'm late... I'll see you guys later."
Swiping my bag off the floor, I slung it over my shoulder and dashed out the door.
Michael, why have my parents never spoken of this Michael before, something about him was very puzzling...
"You okay there?" Meredith questioned me calmly as I threw my body into her car.
"Family."
Meredith didn't reply, as she knew exactly what I meant as my parents are always at each other.
I can't remember a time when they have not screamed or been at each other's throat at least three times a day. It's a pointless marriage, they never get on, never have done, never will do. They are one of the reasons why I never stick around the house for long I'm either always at Meredith's, Matt's, Elena's or the boarding house. Now I have a bigger reason to stay around at Stefan's place more often. I don't mind not staying at home, it doesn't bother me.
Arriving at school, we climbed out the car.
Alaric and Meredith exchanged a small glance, wink and smile, as per usual, that was Rick's way of saying 'I'll see you later, love you.'
A teacher and pupil relationship is completely illegal, so the few of us that are aware of what is going on have to keep it quiet.
As soon as we graduate, which is in just a week and a half, they have planned to travel together, and no longer live with a secret relationship.
Standing in the hall, myself and Meredith chatted between us, before Elena and Stefan bounced happily threw the doors, with four coffees' and donuts, are usual school morning wake up.
Gladly taking them from Stefan and Elena, Stefan said:
"Science."
Meredith scooted next to him, showing she also was in science.
"History." Myself and Elena said in chorus.
And as per usual, Elena and Stefan exchanged a kiss before splitting ways in the corridor, and we began to walk to History.
"Now, you little miss secretive, can tell me what plans you have with you and the new boyfriend."
Giggling, she shoved me gently, sending me toppling slightly, laughing also.
"He says, considering we haven't exactly had much time together, he's going to take me out tonight."
My face flushed crimson, and I had to look at my feet, chewing my lip, as we walked.
"Awww! Bonnie's all loved up."She exclaimed, poking me in the side.
Rolling my eyes, I opened the door to Alaric's history class, and walked in.
...
The school day dragged, I was relieved to find it was over.
Meredith dashed straight out to her car in order to make her way to Alaric's to have a 'catch up'
When I noticed Stefan walking to his car by himself, I turned towards Elena confused to see she was not following him.
She stood with one hand on her hip, and a eyebrow cocked.
"You really think, I'm going to let you go on a date with the Damon Salvatore, and not make sure you look hot, who do you take me for Bonnie McCullough, gosh?"
Laughing, I rolled my eyes and we made our way to her car.
"I don't even know where we are going, so I can't exactly dress for the occasion. Who knows with Damon? It could be the cinema or paint balling."
Elena shrugged.
"At least you'll have him gawping either way."
...
Damon Pov.
"And where are you off too, looking so flash?" My brother questioned, one eyebrow raised.
"Oh you think I look flash? Really, I was going for the more dashing, irresistible look."
I smirked at myself in the mirror, while fixing my tie.
"Remember that witch I knew, Bree? Yeah, well she's throwing a 'secret' party, for her 'secret' friends, it's very cliché, but should be alright. You're not invited though, well, you were, but you're not coming."
Rolling his eyes, he tossed me the car keys.
I caught them perfectly.
"Look after Bonnie, Damon. I mean it, if anything happens to her I'll be coming straight to you."
Now I was the one who rolled my eyes, and drifted past him, heading for the door.
Bonnie Pov.
After a few hours of the consistently forceful friend, Elena, I was ready for Damon.
Elena had one hand resting on her hip, smugly, her lips turned up in a pleasant smile.
"Bonnie McCullough, aren't you stunning?" She winked at me.
I rolled my eyes, and went to take a look in the mirror.
Myself, I was rather shocked at how I looked.
Elena had my usual untamed red curls, whipped up tightly, held up with a red clamp. My small hips seemed to have amplified from the silky black material, that clung tightly into my curves. The black dress was beautiful in itself, the way it draped over one shoulder, and revealed a lot of flesh from the right shoulder and showed all of that arm. The strappy red heels where laced with small black gems. Elena was definitely a girl for makeup. My eye's where shadowed with a red flush, and my nails also painted crimson.
I had no time to continue examining my outfit or even thank Elena, as there was a knock of the door.
Everything went fast then.
Elena rushed towards me, fussing with small strands of hair, before giving me the all clear, and shoving her body down the stairs to answer the doors.
Composing myself, I slowly began to follow her pace.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, Damon was there speaking to Elena.
My eyes widened from the sight of him.
He was dressed in a basic black suit, minus the white shirt. Black pants, black shirt ( slightly unbuttoned ), black jacket, but boy did he look amazing. Only Damon could make such a basic suit look like the most dashing suit ever to be made.
He gave a wolfish grin.
That's when I realised he must have noticed me gawping.
"Don't you brush up well." I said innocently.
Walking to his side, Elena's eyes sparkled admiringly.
He sent me a wink and replied:
"You're the one looking beautiful, Carra."
Even under the makeup, I felt my cheeks burn up, to his amusement.
"Yeah, Elena... she um, fiddled about with some makeup and-"
He pressed a finger to my lips.
"It's not the makeup that makes you beautiful."
Now I really was blushing, hard.
Elena gave me a quick hug, Damon a warning glare, and left.
The chuckling Damon straightened up, as my mum approached us.
She eyed me suspiciously, I was so tempted to glare at her, she was acting so strange lately.
Before she could question I answered her straight.
"Myself and Damon are going too..."
I looked at him quickly for help.
"We are going to attend a close friend's party." His voice was sharp.
Lacing a arm around my waist, he pulled me close towards him, I couldn't help but smile.
"That's exactly what Michael said..." She smiled to herself, and walked away.
Damon seemed confused, and attempted to speak, I just shook my head and we approached his car.
Unknown Pov.
Handing a small pass to Bree, I entered the party.
So many different scents filled my nostrils, exotic smells, people from all of the world, all different types of people.
Although we all looked of the same species, I was not naive enough to believe that was true, I knew differently.
My senses were going wild from the bloodsuckers in the room, I didn't dare to make eye contact in the fear of just lunging at them, and murdered the dirty parasites. They didn't deserve to be here.
Swiping a glass from the side, I began to fill it with some type of liquid that was trembling beautifully from a type of drink fountain.
But then... then my worst expectation happened.
My glass slipped from my hand, and fell to the floor with a almighty crash.
They walked in.
Damon Pov.
We walked into the ball type room, after passing my card to Bree.
Bonnie had her arm linked with mine, I couldn't draw my eyes away from her.
She looked completely irresistible.
Just as I had imagined, she was in sheer excitement as her eyes traced the complete room, examining every beautiful detail.
Both our heads shot to near the middle of the room, as a crash had radiated throughout the four walls.
Stood there, a man had his back to us, he seemed to be fussing about with something at the drink fountain.
Well evidently he was not a vampire, no grace to him what so ever, idiot.
Rolling my eyes, I turned towards Bonnie, a smirk on my face.
Her expression confused me.
She stood completely frozen, no motion the body what so ever, except her widened eyes moving as she watched the flustered man race out of the room.
"D-Damon, this party, are these... these people, they are not human are they, I can sense it! There not are they?"
"Uhm, No Bonnie, they are not, not all of them, a few plus one's possibly, but don't worry, nobody will hurt you here, it's a civilised party, that Bree throws every so often, why, what's wrong Bonnie?"
Cocking my head to the side, I examined her face, puzzled.
She seemed terrified... but then again, she always looked terrified.
Now my eyes scanned the room searching for any such danger that she could have possibly pick up.
"D-D-Damon, that man, that man that just ran out.."
"Yeah, he's a idiot."
"No, Damon, you don't understand, we got a new lodger this morning, a friend of my Dad's, my parents were acting strangely, his name was Michael."
She seemed as if she was trying to get the idea about her own head.
"I sensed something, Damon, about him, something unnatural that I would never usually feel with a human, but Damon, that man who was here, who ran out, that was him Damon, that was Michael."
Dun, dun, dun? What's your thoughts on this chapter? I'd love to hear them, this was slightly short I know, but I'm writing this in a free lesson in school, I can't concentrate properly, I just needed to get this chapter done, ANYWAY!.. What did you think?
And apparently, I've forgot who it was who said this; but somebody in their review said I've got a trade mark now days, as MUCH LOVE, CHARL, I found that quite amusing, aha.
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