Author's note: The last time I updated this, England hadn't had a Wimbledon champion in 77 years. It's been a while. I wanted to rewatch season 1 before continuing this, but I don't have time so it's going to be somewhat AU but will generally follow some events from the 1st season onwards.

This term is promising to be a hectic one so updates won't be frequent (as if they were) but now that I've reconciled myself to AU creativity it will definitely get more updates.

Anyways thank you so much for the follows/faves and especially the reviews! I honestly appreciate the feedback, it tells me I'm not boring you guys to death. Unbeta'd so mistakes are unfortunately all mine.

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Piss Stefan off by showing up for an impromptu family reunion- check. Get the low down on this Katherine look alike- working on it. Assimilate himself into Mystic falls close knit community- simply a matter of time.

Something Damon hadn't bargained on though was running into his one night stand. Well he'd wanted to see her again, just not as a student in his class and BFF to Elena Gilbert. That could either be a good thing or a bad one. As things stood he couldn't care less. She was hot, in that I-want-you-but-I'm-morally-obligated-not-to sort of way. Granted he could simply use compulsion on her, but what would the fun be in that? No, he wanted her to come willingly... he smirked at his play of words as he stretched his arms above his head, crossing his legs on the table.

It was simply a matter of time before she succumbed to the inevitable.

His keen senses picked up Stefan's scent before his younger brother barged into his class, all murderous looks and clenched fists. Really, you'd think in the years since they last saw each other Stefan would be less inclined to enter the fray all gung-ho.

And the day just keeps getting better. He thought with amusement.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Damon?" Stefan demanded, slamming the door behind him.

Damon arched an eyebrow, "I believe I'm waiting for my next class to start," he said cheerily. "And it's Sir Salvatore, unless you want to join Bonnie Bennett for detention?" he asked, hit tone condescending. He had no intention of making this some threesome, but he liked delivering the threat anyway.

Stefan crossed his arms over his chest. "You don't belong here, all you ever do is cause trouble," he bit out.

Ever the king of stating the obvious.

"Who died and made you sheriff?' Damon asked sarcastically as he swung his legs down, standing up. "Because last time I checked, I could go around causing trouble where ever I want."

"I'll stop you."

"You and what army?"

He knew Stefan wasn't stupid... much. But it didn't take a genius to realise he couldn't take him down even with Damon's hands tied behind his back. That's what happens when he start feeding on little bunnies. This was definitely not a Duracell Ad... bunnies didn't get one over him period.

"I get you want to destroy my life, but don't you think this has gone on long enough?" Stefan asked instead.

Damon narrowed his eyes. He didn't like how Stefan always managed to make this seem like some petty revenge. Like he didn't have anything better to do then destroy him and rescue their ex girlfriend. No matter how true it was.

"You're still standing so I guess no," he said snidely. "See I thought I was the family nutcase, but dating Katherine's doppelganger?" Damon asked with mock shock. "Now that's just sick... but not completely a bad idea..." His voice trailed off as he tapped a finger on his lip as if in thought. "In fact I can see how that could be interesting..."

Stefan was on him before he could blink, he could've dodged him but chose not to. It was always interesting to see just how far Stefan would go. Would he finally break and give into his animalistic rage?

"Stay away from Elena, Damon," Stefan hissed, grabbing his by the lapels of his jacket.

Apparently not... it was almost disappointing.

"Or what, Stefan?" he asked mildly. "You're going to kill me? Because that's the only way you can hope to stop me."

"I'm nothing like you." the way he said it made it seem like an insult.

"Well then you'd do well to stay out of my way." Damon stated as he shrugged out of Stefan's hold. Suddenly playing History teacher wasn't so entertaining. Maybe he'd skip this period and drive by the Grill. Alcohol had a way of giving one new perspective.

He could feel Stefan's glare bore holes behind his back as he sauntered towards the door.

"Damon."

He paused.

"You know who Bonnie Bennett really is, don't you?"

He grinned, "Perhaps better that you do," he threw cryptically over his shoulder, before he left.

/

"Caroline, I'm doing the best I can," Bonnie gritted out as she searched her boot for the toolbox. It was supposed to be here somewhere.

"I hope being late isn't your new thing." The blonde said over the phone and Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"It's not my thing, everything is just a bit hectic today," she said as she stood back. No toolbox in sight. "Just great... how am I supposed to change the stupid tyre now?" she muttered irritated.

"I don't care if you have to hoof it all the way Bonnie, you're not missing practice." Caroline declared. "Don't think about pulling an Elena-"

Bonnie chose that moment to hang up, because Caroline's commentary wasn't helping and she was too riled up not to snap at Caroline. This day was really not turning out to be her day. She'd forgotten her practice clothes and had had to drive to her house to fetch them. Only to have her tyre puncture on her return trip.

She was basically stranded and there was no way she was 'hoofing' it to MFH on foot.

"Can this day getting any worse?" she groaned as her shoulders slumped in defeat. The honking of a car behind her brought her out of her musings. Bonnie turned and her mood soured even more.

"Need a hand?" he asked with a wink.

"No thanks, help is on its way," she lied.

Of course Damon didn't take the hint. He stepped out of his mustang, striding purposefully towards her.

"So this is what they calling stalking," she muttered under her breath. A quick glance at her blank display revealed her battery had also given out. Just greaaaaat...

"This is what they call a free country, sweets," he said dryly.

She was surprised he'd actually heard her. "Don't call me sweets," she said. Mentally patting herself on the back for remaining civil. She didn't want to have another tantrum.

Damon ignored her of course and glanced at her flat tyre. "Can't change a tyre, Bennett?" he asked cheekily.

"Yes, I'm just so helpless," she said sarcastically.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, I'm offering my help," Damon said and Bonnie almost apologized for her snippy attitude, but he just had to go and irritate her with his next words. "Unless you intend to kick those panties off, I never had sex on a boot of a car before..."

"Is sex really all you think about or do you think it makes you sound cool and sexy?" she asked him, her tone harried.

He actually seemed to give it a bit of thought before replying, "Both actually... but also because of the adorable blush you get when I say the word sex."

Bonnie turned her head away from him, because she had a feeling she was blushing. This was ridiculous of course. It's not like she'd been a virgin or something... but from the stuff Damon had done to her, well the guy was obviously way experienced then she was and the jerk knew it.

"This car isn't going anywhere any time soon," Damon said. "Are you headed somewhere?"

She opened her mouth to lie, but decided against it. "Cheerleading practice," she admitted glumly.

"Dressed like that?" Damon asked pointedly.

"Of course not, I plan to change at school, I'm in a hurry actually."

"I love cheerleaders," her history teacher remarked. "Those skimpy clothes, long legs-"

"Look, I think I'm going to walk," Bonnie said cutting him off. It wasn't ideal but she wasn't going to stand here, listening to Damon's fantasies.

"To MFH?" he gave her an incredulous look.

Bonnie shrugged.

"I'll drop you off."

"No!" she blurted, eyes wide.

There was no way she wanted to be seen with him. People would draw up all sorts of conclusions and most of them would be right.

"Don't be ridiculous," Damon scoffed. "I'm headed there, you're headed there- it makes sense."

"You could just change my tyre for me," Bonnie pointed out.

Damon pursed his lips. "I could, but then I wouldn't have you in my car," he said.

Bastard. Bonnie thought as she crossed her arms. "No, I'm not going anywhere with you," she stated resolutely.

Only a force of nature could get her into that car.

"This is an infringement of my civil rights!" Bonnie snapped as Damon clasped the seatbelt over her, moments later. Apparently forces of natures varied. "Not to mention abduction!"

Damon closed the passenger door firmly, before leaning over it. "Yes, because we press charges against everyone who tries to do us a favour." He said sardonically.

Bonnie harrumphed as she crossed her arms. She could just bolt, but her first attempt showed that Damon was faster than her so she remained seated. Begrudgingly.

Damon slid behind the wheel, turning to her. "So where do you want to go?" he asked.

"Cheerleading practice obviously," she said coldly.

"So road trip then," Damon stated as he started the car.

"What?!"

"It's obvious you don't want to go to cheerleading practice and I'm bored with reciting yesterdays news to snotty brats," he said, easing into the road. "So it makes perfect sense that we ditch both."

"That makes no sense at all!" Bonnie all but yelled. "I don't know you, for all I know you could be some psychotic killer!" she tried the door, but it was locked.

"I am a psychotic killer... but I have no plans of killing you," Damon said with a grin. "Though I can't be to blame if you die from the sheer pleasure I can give to you."

Bonnie was trying not to panic. I mean how many serial killers admitted they were serial killers? Then again she'd never known a serial killer before so it's not like she had some prior knowledge. That is if Damon really was a crazy killer.

"Relax, Bonnie... I'm not a killer," He said rolling his eyes, as he threw her a glance. "And I promise I'll have you home before dark."

She was still wary but he looked earnest enough. Almost.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, watching the passing scenery.

"It's a surprise," Damon said. "But it will be fun, you can bet on that."

"Caroline is going to kill me," Bonnie deduced.

"Do you really care?"

She wasn't expecting that question. She turned back to her kidnapper, taking in his profile. Damon was good looking that was a universal fact, but she really didn't know much about him, except that he was now the catalyst to a series of reckless actions since they'd crossed paths. It was unnerving how he could read her, even more how he knew what she wanted and denied herself.

Briefly an image of an angry Caroline surfaced in her mind, before she decided to shove it to the back of her mind.

"No, actually I don't," she admitted before turning the radio on