A/N: Thanks for the r&r, favs, and alerts. Im glad you guys like rebel Bonnie! And Angell4NEPatriots, your review was great! I enjoyed reading it so much! How many of you think Damon has signed up for something he can't handle? I do!
Summary: In a world where vampires own witches as their slaves, one witch refuses to give into the stereotype giving one Damon Salvatore a run for his reputation of destruction. Bamon.
Can't Be Tamed
Bonnie sat on Elena's bed as she watched her pack her some things. So she was once again "sold" to another vampire who she would have to stay with and take orders from. She frowned at the image of having to listen to another one of those monsters but somehow this one seemed different, but she still trusted no vampire.
"I'm going to give you some of my things since most of your stuff was destroyed by the previous vampires you stayed with." Elena said as she dug through her own drawers for clothing. "My dad told me to make you presentable...what ever that means. I mean the guy saw you already and bought you...it shouldn't matter about your presence."
Though Bonnie loved Elena dearly, she really hated her naiveness. Sure she was happy she was being saved from death or worse but the point is she was once again going back to something she hated. She refused to let someone else run her life and use what her ancestors held so sacred against other people. Magic or not, witches were still human beings and though werewolves got granted their own little freedom; witches were doomed to still serve under vampires because they are more useful.
"Here...for you." Bonnie looked up to see Elena's big brown eyes looking down at her. She could see the sadness, pity, and caring in them. She knew Elena hated it just as much as she did, and she knew Elena was doing her best to make this situation feel like a good one.
"Thank you." She took the clothing from her and stood up, looking down at her dirty and tore dress she wore earlier. Elena had handed her a small white tee with small denim shorts. It was simple and sweet. "I'm gonna go change in the bathroom. Tell John I'll be down in a few." She watched Elena nod as she headed towards the bathroom.
"You're insane you know that right?" Stefan asked as he followed his brother into the WTB (Witch Trade Building). After Damon bought the witch he was sent back to the house to go get money for her and to return to make the exchange. Stefan did not agree with any of this. He never believed in a keeping a witch for himself, he had no desire to use magic against his enemies. Damon, on the other hand, had always thought of the idea of having a witch around but never actually went out to purchase one. "And she's a Bennett...the last Bennett...are you forgetting what happened that night? She was a kid so I'm sure..."
"You talk too much." Damon interrupted with a roll of his eyes. "I'm practically playing hero to this poor girl and you still aren't pleased, Stefan. If you don't like it so much you can move out and leave the house to me and her."
"It's my house too, Damon." Stefan replied dryly. "I'm just saying...what are you going to do with a witch? A murderous one at that? What if she tries to kill you...or us both? What then?"
"I always knew you were a coward, brother, but of a seventeen year old girl who barely weighs 116 pounds? It's just pathetic." They walked up to a desk where a young man was standing. From the looks of it he was one of Elijah's many top witches. He glanced up at Damon and Stefan with a small smirk. "Is Elijah not here?" Damon asked, annoyed.
"Not at the moment. He asked me to take the money." The man replied. "He also informed me that the price for Miss Bonnie Bennett has changed."
"What the fuck you mean it changed?" Damon asked, glaring down at the man. Elijah had told him that since Bonnie was such trouble he will willingly give her to him for only 5 dollars. "How much more does that bastard want?"
"25,000." The man replied happily causing Damon to shoot forward towards him, only to be stopped by a sudden sharp pain in his head. "Ah yes, Elijah informed me you had a temper and thing with pouncing at people. I'm a very powerful witch, Mr. Salvatore, and you really should take some anger management classes."
Stefan chuckled and shook his head as the witch released Damon from the painful hold. Leave it to Damon to try to attack a witch, Elijah's witch at that. Stefan looked over to him, waiting for him to yell bullshit and walk out the building without the wanted witch but what happened next shocked him instead.
"I'll pay the damn money." He muttered angrily as he dug into his tight denim jeans for his wallet. "Do you guys take credit cards in this hell hole?" He asked as he looked back up at the witch who nodded in return. "This witch better be worth it."
The man smiled, "You're the one buying a witch who has killed other vampires and refuses to listen to anyone and you're saying she better be worth it? You already know she isn't. You aren't going to get anywhere with this one...believe me."
Damon handed the man his credit card, grinning. "You think I want her to obey me? She's different, she does her own thing, she may even kill me...but at least she's spitting in the face of Klaus and Elijah's whole thing they have going on here. I'm just happy that I'm not the only one."
The witch glared at him then looked back to the door behind him, "Bring the girl in!" He yelled. Seconds later the door opened to reveal two men and a handcuffed Bonnie.
Her head was down, her long wavy hair covering her face once more but her petite body was clothed in a little white shirt and shorts. She looked like any normal female girl, but there was something about her that made Damon continue to stare at her. It had nothing to do that her body was perfect and in shape, that her legs were long and toned, her skin color a delicious caramel color or that she had no bra on...ok maybe it was all that but there was something more to her and Damon wanted to know what.
Stefan glanced over to his brother knowing exactly was going through his mind. To say Damon had a weakness for pretty girls would be an understatement, he always found the most beautiful ones to bring home and drink from then send them off. But what he had to realize now was Bonnie wasn't one to be sent off and if he did try to feed off her...let's just say he'd suffer a very bad burn.
"Avert your eyes from her chest please." Stefan whispered to him, nudging him as he did. Reluctantly Damon listened as Bonnie was brought up to them.
"With the way you guys have her chained, I would think you guys were selling me Hannibal." Damon commented.
"Hannibal is more restrained than this one." One of the guys replied, pushing Bonnie roughly towards Damon. She cursed under her breath. "What was that, witch?" The man asked, hearing her little comment.
Bonnie turned to look over her shoulder at the man. "I said...push me again and I'll rip your throat out and watch you choke on your own blood." She said it nicely, but the guys could hear the harshness in her voice.
The two men glowered at her only to have Damon reach out and pull her more closer to him. She tensed and he felt it but at the moment he didn't care, he was in awe of her bravery. He also noted how soft and fragile she felt. For a girl to have so much power and fight back so hard she was still so...human.
"She's my property now guys so I'll deal with her." He felt her eyes go on him and knew she was staring daggers into him but right now he was still focused on the other men. "and I really don't appreciate the roughness. I don't take kind to others touching my new toys. I'm spoiled."
Stefan nodded, "He sure the hell is. I can't count the many times he's beat me up when we were kids for touching his things. Guy has issues."
"Whatever...just get going and take her with you already."
"My pleasure." Damon replied before looking down at Bonnie who was still staring up at him. He was amazed she didn't flinch and look away at his gaze. He was use to people being intimidated by him. "Let's go then. I'll be taking her to the hotel with me while you get the house ready, Stefan." His brother nodded. "We gotta make sure it's more appropriate since we'll be having a female staying with us from now on." He assured her once she gave him a curious look. "So...is this it? She doesn't have any belongings?" The question was directed towards her but one of the guys spoke up.
"All her stuff she's had before was destroyed in a fire...started by her of course. The stuff her masters before you gave her she ruins. She doesn't like taking things from vampires basically."
"Except this." The other man said, holding up a small book. "I think it's a diary of some sort. John Gilbert's girl told us to make sure she gets it..."
Bonnie's eyes widened at the object. Her mouth opened a little as she moved forward towards the guy, only for him to move back and laugh at her. "Give it here...now!" she demanded. "That's mine!"
"Wow that's the most emotion I've seen in her eyes! Let's see what's in this...fuck!" The guy doubled over and held his gut in pain, his eyes looking up to a smirking Bonnie. "That bitch kicked me!" He moved forward towards her only to end up on the floor seconds later with Damon's demonic face inches from his and a tight grip around his throat. "G-get o-off!" He struggled as Damon continued to choke him.
"I told you not to touch her. Give her the fucking book. Now!" He growled. He felt a hand on his shoulder and knew Stefan was trying to pull him off the guy. He finally released him and snatched the book from his hand only to place it in Bonnie's front pocket. "Shall we?" He grinned charmingly at the shocked witch, placing an arm around her back as he led her towards the exit.
"I hope she fucking kills you!" The man yelled, "Then we can burn the little witch alive!"
Once outside, Stefan took a cab back to the house to get things situated for Bonnie and left Damon with the car so he could drive them to the hotel to spend the night. Bonnie didn't like the idea of being in a hotel with him and she definitely didn't like the idea of them "redecorating" the place for her. They acted like she was going to be with them forever, if anything she would last a good two weeks with the Salvatore brothers.
Damon was polite, more polite than most of the ex masters she's been with. Most of them weren't bad, they treated her like an equal and fed and clothed her well but she would never forget what they did to her family. She wondered how Damon was any different.
"You don't mind if I take those annoying cuffs off you do you?" Damon asked as he walked her to his car. "It's kinda embarrassing to be walking around with a teenage girl all cuffed up...people might get the wrong idea."
Bonnie looked up at him, stopping, "I get what you're trying to do but it's pretty pointless, David."
"Oh really...and what is that...wait...did you just call me David?"
"That's your name isn't it?" She watched him shake his head. "Odd. That's what I've been calling you in my head. I just can't wait to kill, David...it sounded pretty good."
He laughed, "Well that's just too cute."
Bonnie shot him a look, "What's too cute?" She hated when people didn't take her seriously, in other words when vampires believed she was weak and wouldn't live up to her threats.
"You thinking you can scare me away." he replied. "I don't scare easily and as for the whole 'I'm a homicidal maniac', well...let's just say I win that title for now. I'm the vampire here remember?"
She shuddered, remembering when he attacked the guy earlier. "Oh believe me, I haven't forgot."
"Good." He walked behind her and ripped the chain apart, allowing her hands to be free. "It's Damon by the way, and since you're gonna be staying with me and verbally cussing me out I suggest you get the name right, Bonnie. Get in the car." He held the passengar door open for her.
Bonnie eyed him once more before actually listening to him. Once in the car he closed it and made his way over to the driver's side. Bonnie made sure her little black book was still safe in her pocket. Whether she hated him or not, she was thankful he got her her book.
The hotel was pretty simple and of course Damon had only rented one room for him and Bonnie. Stefan told him it wouldn't be safe being so close to her but he also had to make sure the little witch didn't make a break for it since she was now his responsibility.
"So since you don't seem to like taking things from vampires are you going to be wearing that outfit all the time?" Damon asked, pointing to her shirt and shorts. "I don't mind but you're a growing girl and you're gonna need way more outfits in case something happens."
"Like an unexpected fire?" Bonnie asked, sitting on the little chair across from the bed. She watched Damon grin, once again amused with her little threats. She hated that he found her so funny, her other masters would be lashing out at her by now. "What do you want me for anyways?"
Damon laid back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, "Do I need a reason for wanting you?" he asked innocently.
"Yes."
"Don't have one. Sorry."
"You don't have a reason for stopping Elijah, an original, from hitting me and then buying me in front of a crowd of angry vampires?" Bonnie asked, skeptically. "You're such a bullshitter."
Damon sat up and fixed her with a disapproving stare, "You have such a bad mouth on you. A young lady shouldn't use such language!" He stood and walked over to her, leaning down. "I want you because you're different and you intrigue me. I may end up regretting you in the future but right now I wanna have a little fun."
"You want fun, go to an amusement park." Bonnie replied angrily. "I'm not a toy and I'm not yours!" She got up and pushed him out the way before walking to the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
Damon chuckled then looked back at the closed door, "Are you hungry? I'm going to go get something to...eat...I'll have someone bring you something up." No answer. "Ok, so I'm going to have to pick what you're going to have to eat too? You witches are so difficult!" Once again no answer. He rolled his eyes. Maybe taking her wasn't such a good idea but he couldn't help but be attracted to her, in more ways than one. Maybe some nice fresh blood would set his mind right.
He grabbed his leather jacket and headed for the door, leaving an angry Bonnie in the bathroom by herself.
Damon was on his way down the hall when he spotted Stefan making his way towards him. He could've sworn he told his brother to get the house ready and it was really annoying him that no one was listening to him today...maybe this is how Elijah felt.
"Hey, that Elena Gilbert girl gave me these things for..." Stefan stopped and looked around the empty hall. "Where's Bonnie?"
"In the room, locked herself in the bathroom." Damon replied, already bored with this conversation. He already knew Stefan was going to blame him for Bonnie's little tantrum she was already throwing.
"Damon..."
"I know, I know. It's all my fault, I'm an asshole, I shouldn't have bought her...blah blah blah...can I go get some blood now?"
"I was going to say you shouldn't leave her by herself! What if she tries to escape...remember? She's kind of a big deal when it comes to not doing what she's suppose to!"
"Fuck." Damon was so bent on treating her like an equal that he was forgetting that she was trouble and she would try to get away from him the chance she got. And him taking her chains off wasn't helping.
He ran back to his hotel room and opened the door, a sharp pain quickly hitting him as he cried out in pain. Looking down, he saw Bonnie against him with a wooden stake in her hand which was now in his chest. She quickly moved away and past him as he dropped to the floor, making a run down the hall. She has half way towards the end until she felt something hit her head hard causing her to black out and fall.
Stefan quickly caught her in his arms as she went unconscious. "Damon!" He called, hoping his brother was fine. "Damon!" He called again, his voice more fearful that she actually killed him.
"Be quiet, I'm healing!" His brother hissed as he crawled out into the hallway. "She missed my heart...thank god." He slowly stood up as Stefan carried Bonnie over to him. "I guess she wasn't joking when she said she was going to kill David."
Stefan raised an eyebrow in confusion, "David? Who's David?"
"Long story." Damon said, waving him off. "You knocked her out?" Stefan nodded. "Look at you, knocking out witches for me. I'm starting to become a bad influence on you. But bring her back to the room she'll have a pretty big bump on her head when she wakes up and I know she's going to hate that."