RANDOM WORD: VITREOUS
Bonnie isn't something he's meant to have. No matter how much he wants her. He watches parades of endless suitors flexing their muscles and offering their wit, but she doesn't bite. She's always polite. She always declines so that there aren't any hard feelings, but he can't help but want to offer as well.
He's hotter, and witter, and better than all these other guys and if she'd just give him a chance...There's no point in continuing the thought. She won't give him a chance. She's made it perfectly clear how she feels about him.
"Satan, I'm entirely sure you weren't invited to this party." She sneers when she approaches him at the punch bowl.
"Just doing my part to help out Mystic Falls in anyway I can, Sabrina."
"And no doubt torture and maim in the process."
"If the situation calls for it."
"The situation never calls for you Damon!" She's lost her temper and glances around. He smirks. She's worried someone heard her be anything less than a lady. "I'm walking away now. Don't follow me, don't bother me, and don't drink, murder, or hurt anyone. Got it?"
"Yes Sir!" He mock salutes and she makes an unattractive face and she turns to leave. He'll follow her commands, but she didn't say anything about watching her at this party, or later, through her window. He wonders what it's like to sleep next to her. He smiles at a blond who's been watching him all evening. If he can't have Bonnie he'll just have to take his energy out elsewhere.