Doing the Dance – Part I

Summary: AU – Damon is a vampire on a hunt in the big city. What started as a mild interest soon becomes a deep obsession.

Song Inspiration: Tear You Apart – She Wants Revenge

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Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight
And the whisper or handshake sending a sign
Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

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His eyes scanned the dark room, tuning out the loud music of the night club and focusing on his next victim. He enjoyed the hunt, the pursuit, the challenge. It had become too easy these days. It was difficult to keep a low profile in the small towns, that's why Damon loved New York. There were so many people, no one noticed when one or two went missing. There were girls that caught his eye – his usual type, that would be easily wooed to a dark corner or back alley, but that was losing its appeal for him. He wanted more, he wanted the chase…

That's when he saw her. Bouncing curls, cascading down her back, eyes closed in a heated trance as she danced to the pulsing rhythm around her, cupid bowed lips parted lusciously. Her skin bronzed and silky, covered in a luminescent sheen of sweat, and his eyes followed the bead that rolled between her breasts under her thin top. His gums ached. He crossed through the crowd purposefully, his eyes never leaving her lithe frame as he found a better vantage point. He stood nearly ten yards away now, leaning against the bar; blending in to the throngs of bodies. If she opened her eyes now, she'd be looking directly at him. It was almost as if he willed it to happen. Her eyes opened and landed on him instantly, and the intensity of his stare staggered her. She was even more beautiful that he'd thought her to be. Her eyes were a jade green, and they held a fiery spark in the nightclub's strobing lights. He felt the blood ripple under his eyes. She was doing something to him.

He watched as she tried to look around the people crossing her path, to catch his gaze again, but he slipped away, disappearing back into the crowd. He needed to collect himself. Damon had nearly exposed himself in a room full of people because of her. He kept his distance for the remainder of the night, but stayed close enough to watch from afar. She had come with a friend; a woman equally as beautiful but not nearly as intriguing to him. She didn't have the same fire. Damon sent their table some drinks, and smirked as she glanced around, looking for him. She was intrigued too.

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Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak
And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak
An escape is just a nod and a casual wave
Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

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He waited patiently outside the club, taking a slow drag off the cigarette as he leaned against the brick wall. He needed one last glimpse of her. For centuries, Damon had never let himself become so enamored by the idea of a woman. Not since Katherine. But this woman…she struck something in him he could not seem to tame. He smelt her scent and his eyes closed. It was jasmine and coconut and something sweet that he couldn't place. His eyes drifted to the door, and she was stepping out into the warm summer night, laughing with her brunette friend. She caught his gaze again, and this time she smiled, giving him a shy wave. He nodded in response keeping himself neutral, but never breaking eye contact.

"Bonnie." He friend called out to her, pulling her towards the hailed cab. "Come on Bon, let's go, my feet are killing me."

She tore her gaze away to acknowledge her friend, but when she looked back, he was gone.

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Bonnie. Her name repeated in his head over and over again. She had consumed him. He had to have her, in every way he could. He wanted her blood, her body…her soul. She was a light that he wanted to corrupt. It had been two days, and it had become his single obsession. It hadn't taken long to find out who she was, or where she lived; a bit of compulsion here and there had provided useful information.

Her name was Bonnie Bennett. A transfer to NYU from UVA. She lived on campus, majored in History, and was the captain of the girl's dance squad. Usually, he wouldn't let his conquests take him this deep, but for some reason he couldn't help himself.

He kept her in his sights, even though she was a block and a half away. He weaved through the courtyard with practiced ease, honed in on her every move. She was heading towards her favorite coffee shop; the one she stopped in before her first class every day. She walked to the front counter, and Damon slipped into a booth in the corner, snagging a newspaper off a neighboring table. He listened to her place her order; a large macchiato, extra shot of espresso and a butter croissant. When she turned, her eyes scanned the room looking for a spot and found him. There was determination in her eyes as she crossed right to his table to stand in front of him.

"Are you following me or something?" she demanded, but there was a teasing in her tone and a quirk of her lips that told him she wasn't mad about it.

Damon was quick to look surprised, and feigned innocence folding his paper in front of him. "I'm sorry?"

She raised a brow. "I've seen you. At the club…around campus. If you were trying to be stealth about it, you failed." She smirked crossing her arms.

Damon played the bashful role to a tee, dipping his head with a dimpling smile. "I'm not stalking you or anything, I promise…" he met her gaze again. "Just curious is all."

She frowned. "About me? Why?"

His eyes flitted over her. "Something about you intrigues me, I guess. I'm Damon." He added charmingly. She blushed prettily and he fought to keep the monster inside him in check. She was making his blood boil.

"I'm Bonnie. I've never seen you around before, are you new here?" There was a nervous waver in her voice; perhaps he was getting under her skin as well.

It sent a thrill through him. "Not really." He answered ambiguously.

"Order for Bonnie?" the barista called out and she glanced back over her shoulder.

"That's me. I'll um…" she tucked her hair behind her ear. "I'll be right back."

He watched her go, but when she turned back, he was gone, only a note on a napkin in his wake.

I'll be seeing you, Bonnie.

X – Damon

She glanced around in disbelief. He was just here…so where did he go? The note should have been creepy. It shouldn't have sent a school of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. It shouldn't have made her thighs clench the way they did. He was mysterious, and sexy and both should have been huge red flags, instead, it had her floating on a high that she looked forward to feeling again. She tucked the note into her purse, fighting the smile that pulled on her lips.

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AN: This one may turn into a multiple chapter fic, but right now I'm thinking of capping it at three parts. If people are interested, I may keep it going if the storyline allows. This one will be a bit darker, and not at all related to the show. Possible trigger warnings in later chapters.

Bonnie is not a witch so you'll be seeing a different side of Bonnie than usually portrayed in the show. Hope you enjoy! - Vanessa