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Chapter 4- how about a kiss

The raven haired woman is sitting at the small wooden desk her eyes are focused on the little man sitting slouched in the chair adjacent to her caressing his skinny fingers across his mouth his face shows that of deep thought " something on your mind Ian?" She asks curiously looking at him,

Ian swallows hard looking at the shift her body takes awaiting his answer " I was just wondering, if the boy will be up for the task of getting her to come around" he says hesitantly afraid of her reaction, the pale woman leans forward smirking " do you doubt my plan, Ian" Ian sits up straight "no, I have full confidence in you (pausing) it's the boy I doubt" the woman waves her hand for Ian to shut up " fear not little Ian, I know this girl she's very sympathic to others… much like her ancestor Emily" the women retorts spiteful, Ian sees the seething look on her face when she speaks of Emily shifting his tiny little marbles from her "so this will work" he says cautiously

The woman inhales exhausted by his doubts "of course, it'll work he'll be like dangling candy in front of a screaming child, to get them to shut up" the woman replies condescending, as Ian tries to shake his doubts interrupting his train of thoughts is the phone ringing on the desk answering quickly is the woman "is he there, good" the woman hangs-up with a pleasant look on her features, switching on the plasma screen television across the room "and the show begins" she speaks gleefully,

The cell door opens and Bonnie only lays there on the small cot as they throw the muscular boy into the cell roughly with a black bag over his head, "you've got company" one of the guards says laughing at her locking the cell behind them leaving,

Bonnie doesn't move unsure of whether or not the boy was okay so she moves slowly towards him apprehensively taking the bag off his head revealing tanned skin and jet black hair he was striking from first glance placing her hands on his chest feeling for a heartbeat he pops up banging their heads together " ow, well your defiantly okay" Bonnie says sarcastic rubbing her head " who are you, where I'm I?" he says panicked as his hazel marbles search the cell with his hand touching his forehead wincing along with her, Bonnie looks at this handsome boy " your guess, is as good as mind" she replies sarcastic as she leans back against the cot sitting on the floor with him,

Looking at her his features are less panicked and more so soft gazing at the beautiful green eyed girl to his left "I'm Dean" he says gruffly clearing his throat, Bonnie turns her eyes up to him "Bonnie" Dean looks her over noticing that she is handcuffed "what's with the cuffs" he says pointing moving closer to her " it's to show me, who's boss" she shrugs looking at the cuffs, looking him over she sees the collar on his neck "I guess, your collar is to show you who's boss huh" Dean runs his finger's across his neck "yes and no" he retorts low and shyly, Bonnie looks at Dean curiously " what do mean by that?" she asks sharply " let's just say so along as, I'm in this cell with you, you aren't safe" Bonnie furrows her brows at him " what are you?" Dean only looks at her seeing the wheels in her head running rapidly…..

The night of...kisses

The Bennett residence, Bonnie had returned home from her night out with her friends to find a note her father had left for her hanging on the refrigerator that read "Baby girl, I had to go out of town for a couple of days business, I left money for anything you need, and Mrs. Sanz will be checking in on you until I return… be good love Dad. Bonnie smiled as she read the letter her father was often a busy man and his job was very important to him but the fact that he always made sure to write her these little notes assuring her that she was also special to him as while;

although he wasn't the most affectionate man but these pass months since grams had died, he had to make more of an effort to show is daughter that she was still loved and Bonnie loved that he was trying to show her that although it shouldn't have took the death of his beloved mother to make him shape up… but none the less she appreciated her father for his efforts, so Bonnie through her keys in the key bowl and headed upstairs to shower returning from her hour and half long shower Bonnie sat on the bed with the towel wrapped around her drying off her tangled hair,

she flips on her favorite artist Gavin Degraw she plays the song " Follow through" singing along with the lyrics Bonnie hadn't Noticed the crow sitting on the ledge of her window watching her mesmerized by every subtle movement she made maneuvering around laying out her pajamas … and as the towel fell to the ground the Crow shied away from the window giving her some privacy as she dressed in black boy shorts and a black t-shirt leaving her hair messy and tangled hanging down on her shoulders and back the crow look overcome by her natural beauty, disappearing from the room,

Bonnie headed back downstairs when she heard the knock at the door; strolling toward the door Bonnie wondered "who could it be at one in the morning" she opens the door and much to her surprise standing there is Damon, with that Damn smirk plastered on his cheek leaning seductively against her threshold, Bonnie peeks her head out the door searching the streets for other people " expecting somebody else" Damon inquires while looking at her curves unable to clearly focus because her scent of cherries and strawberry was playing around in his nostrils she was intoxicating to him closing his ocean blue marbles again he readies' to engage her in their usual banter, " I wasn't expecting anybody… least of all you" she replies dry suspicious of this particular vampire who was standing on her porch at this time of night or period for that matter,

"What are you doing here?" her voice is quite curious for an answer, Damon trails his eyes around her house "well, we didn't get to finish our conversation from earlier" smirking inching closer against the threshold "I'd hardly call that a conversation, besides I said all I needed to" she says smirking as well "then, I guess this is the I'll see you later part" wiggling his eyebrows, Bonnie laughs at Damon putting her hands on her hips "shouldn't, you be home somewhere stuffed in a coffin" she says condescending " funny, But I prefer the comfort of a bed… which I would be more than happy to show you" he flashes her a boyish smile,

Bonnie shakes her head at Damon in disgust "you maybe hot, but eww" her face is twisted in disgust "you think I'm hot" Damon smirks at her teasingly "that's not the point" Bonnie says stepping onto the porch pushing him back "if it makes you feel better, I think I'm hot too" he says still teasing her, "(argh), you are such a jackass" she playfully slaps his chest, " it's okay to admit it , you want me" smirking practically pinning her body against his and the house " your right, I want you…. (trailing her thumb across his lips leaning in close pouting her lips) you just make me so…" Bonnie bursts out laughing seeing his features turn a little delicate at her words,

Damon turns away from her smirking amused by this little cat and mouse game they've become accustom to playing, he reaches inside his leather jacket pocket turning to face her " How about a kiss" smirking, Bonnie's green marbles practically pop out of her head " although, that sounds tempting I think I'll pass" Bonnie replies backing away slowly toward the door, Damon opens his hand holding two kisses chocolate smirking " I just love, chocolate… caramel's my favorite though" he winks at Bonnie, who can't help but smile " You're a jerk" stepping into the house she closes the door in his face; Damon chuckles placing the kisses in her mail box leaving, Bonnie watches him stroll away, she tussles a hand through her hair smiling warmly stopping herself suddenly " snap out of it, Damon Salvatore is a no, no" Bonnie reaffirms to herself heading for the kitchen…. as Bonnie fiddled around in the kitchen she found herself wondering just for a moment what had brought the disastrously Damon Salvatore, to her front porch this night and why she had not been bothered by it why she had enjoyed him,

And as Damon Salvatore bite down into the innocent neck of some no name female his mind was wrapped in thoughts of the beautiful little witch, he couldn't help but think how sweet it be tasting her; of her own free will of course he wanted to share a connection to the witch and for the un-life of him he couldn't figure out why he had felt this need to be close to her... but stranger then that was he had felt something other than detachment for her and he found it draw him to her more and more and he didn't mind if it never stopped...

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