A thousand Angels dance around you

-Nirvana

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Bonnie pulled the Rolling Stone t-shirt over her head, ruffled her hair back over her shoulders and stared in the mirror at the intricate black tattoo crawling over her shoulder to the dip of her spine. It had less exaggerated lines than Damon's fiery skulls and roses but she loved the way the inked feathers moved along her ribbed spine, almost like real thorned wings.

Damon called her his angel and she felt damaged so it was the perfect medium.

Raising the volume on the radio, she groaned as she listened to the track that reminded her that Christmas was fast approaching. It was going to be her first Christmas in Seattle and she doubted that they celebrated Christmas like New Yorkers but then nobody celebrated Christmas like New Yorkers. In New York Christmas was a religion from the Rockefeller Christmas tree to the skaters on the ice rink down to the Christmas windows at Bergdorf Goodman. She didn't mind missing out on all that holiday action though because she had a new rockstar in her life.

"B.O.N.N.I.E" he cajoled as he leaned against the doorframe, waggling his eyebrows over a steaming cup of coffee. He gestured to the mug to signal if she wanted some and she shook her head, he made pretty bad coffee but she didn't have the hurt to tell him.

"The angel with thorns on her back" he sauntered closer, eyes fixed to her back.

"Think I could still fly with broken wings?" she tried to flex her muscles as she rolled her shoulders. She pointed a look at him in the mirror, sliding her eyes closed when Damon's mouth found her bare shoulder. He smelled like coffee, rain and dust from the furnace and she loved every tingling waft of his scent.

"You could do whatever you want; you're Bonnie-fucking-Bennett!" trailing a finger or two down the small of her back, he stopped short at the swell of her buttocks and a lusty smile.

"I knew you and I was goin to be epic" his murmur morphed into a growl as he nipped the nape of her neck, pushing her hair aside. Bonnie leaned back against him, a psychedelic smile plastered on her face as Damon's warm mouth moved over her flesh, sucking and licking gloriously. She was about to fist his matted hair so that she could drag his face down for a much awaited kiss when the shrill peal of the phone jolted them apart.

"I hate when that happens" she breathed, eyes still closed.

"I gotta go grab a shower anyway. Band practise" he chuckled, slapping her buttocks as Bonnie made her way toward the phone. Quickly she casted a glance over her left shoulder, her shirt tossed over her right shoulder as she picked up the phone.

"Bennett and Salvatore residence" she laughed into the receiver. Shaking her head, she threw herself on top of their unmade bed and crossed her ankles.

"May I speak with Miss Bonnie Bennett Please?" The voice sounded too cultured to belong to anyone from her office or even who might know Damon, their social circles do not expand that far. For a moment she thought it was possibly someone from Kol's circles and as her mind ran through different theories, she remembered that she hadn't offered a greeting or affirmation.

"This is Miss Bennett" she replied sitting up, eye as wide as saucers as she looked across at Damon who was searching for a clean shirt through a pile of dirty laundry.

"This is Lexi, I'm calling from Rolling Stone magazine" she announced and Bonnie's pulse kicked up a notch, her breath hastened and she was pretty sure that she emitted a tiny squeal. Damon quickly looked up at her, brows furrowed and his eyes misted with confusion.

"Hi" she replied, suddenly clutching her stomach. It did a little lurch and an overzealous cartwheel as she waited for Lexi to state her business.

"A temporary position has opened up for the holidays and since we still have your file in our data from your last interview, we-"

Bonnie wasn't listening, her ears were ringing something awful and so she bounced off the bed for a better reception, the cord trailing behind her.

"Can you come in for an interview this Friday?" Lexi asked.

"An interview?"

"Yes, Atticus Shane just wants to suss you out again"

"Yeah, yeah-uhm-uh-ok" she couldn't feel her feet on the floor anymore and her head was swimming, a heady feeling like she was about to fall off a high building. The term vertigo came to mind as she fisted her hair with her free hand. She could still sense Damon somewhere in the bedroom and she had a feeling that he had stopped moving around and that his eyes were also locked on her.

"So Friday, say two pm?"

"Yes" she squealed with her head cupped over her mouth. Every nerve in her body was screaming and her blood had begun to sting her flushed cheeks.

"Great, you can ask for Lexi at reception when you get here. See you Friday Miss Bennett" she told her and it took a moment for Bonnie to comprehend the magnitude of the conversation.

She had just been offered an interview at Rolling Stone magazine, an interview that could change her life.

"Are you okay?" Damon raised an eyebrow as she laced the phone back, hands flying to her hips to stop them from shaking.

"That was Rolling Stone, they want me for an interview" she stated, not sure if smiling was appropriate even though everything in her was yelling for her to do so. She waited for Damon to react, to smile, to lunge at her with a bear-hug but he just stood there, shoulders dropped like someone had told him that Santa didn't exist.

"Did you hear what I just said" she finally smiled, not able to rein in the gasping giggles, "Rolling Stone wants me, me!"

"I heard you" he sighed, burying his face in his hands.