A/N: The muse hit me again. I know right, when will I stop? Probably never lol. Please listen to waiting game by banks if you haven't to read this first chapter. Hope you enjoy =)
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He visits this place every night and she knows it's because of her; because he's entranced by her beauty, by her body…by her voice. Her voice is like a siren pulling him in; entrapping not only him but the other men in her presence. Accept her eyes are always only on him.
For the last two weeks, every single night, the man with the blue eyes that could reach into the very depths of one's soul, appears to see her perform. The Armani suits he wears each night, insinuates a type of power that she would love to sink her teeth into. He looks like sin. Everything about him reeks of hidden passion that sparks her hunger into high voltage. And the way he watches her, the way his eyes trace her every movement. It's like she's his masterpiece to a hidden canvas for his pleasure and his pleasure alone.
She walks gracefully on stage and positions herself in the middle of the two women she's been sharing the spotlight with for ages. She stands in the middle not because of her height. No, she stands in the middle because she's the lead, because her voice is what draws people in. Her voice is magic…compelling everyone at her fingertips. And they stare at her like she's their savior…like she's their way out for something better.
The microphone is in her hand, as she prepares to let the words flow from her lips. Her eyes lock onto his because she wants him to know that she's singing for him, and only him.
I am thinking it over
the way you make me feel all sexy
but it's causing me shame
Those blue eyes bore into hers. She's hypnotizing everyone in attendance, but he's the one hypnotizing her. He's undressing her with his eyes and her body is aching with want…with need. He's responsible for all of it.
I want to lean on your shoulder
I wish I was in love but I don't want to cause any pain
and if I'm feeling like I'm evil we got nothing to gain.
Her body is swaying in unison with the women she's in between; women that she would do anything for. Women who were more than just her friends and her confidants, but her soulmates.
What if I never even see you cause we're both on a stage
don't tell me listen to your song because it isn't the same.
I don't want to say your love is a waiting game.
Her green eyes still remain on his. She watches as he shifts a little, and she can't help but wonder how endowed he is. How it would feel to have him plunge inside of her; making her wonder why she never sought him out sooner. And his lips… his lips look as if they want to be put to work on more than just her mouth.
Baby I'm thinking it over
What if the way we started made it something cursed from the start
What if it only gets colder
Would you still wrap me up and tell me that you think this was smart
'Cause lately I've been scared of even thinking 'bout where we are
She wants him. Damn the consequences.
What if I never even see you cause we're both on a stage
don't tell me listen to your song because it isn't the same.
I don't want to say your love is a waiting game.
It was a standing ovation when they finished. A normal group would have bowed to show appreciation. To show how grateful they were for the people in attendance, but they never once curved their bodies to form the positon. Instead, they step off stage and those who want to talk with them get their chance.
Usually, Bonnie is all for letting someone's lips kiss her hand, but she only wants one person to provide that action. And instead of waiting for his approach, she extends her hand, and leads him to the back dressing room.
"So this is it. This is where all the magic happens?" His voice makes her stop for a moment. It's sultry… seductive. It's pulling her in and she doesn't believe he's even trying.
"This is it." She makes it appoint not to let him realize his voice is turning her on. "But I'm sure viewing my dressing room isn't the reason why you're here, right?" The dress she wears falls to her ankles, revealing the black lace bra and pantie set with the matching garter.
"You don't waste any time." He clears his throat and stands right in front of her. He's towering over her and instead of intimidation, she's reveling in it.
"I think we've been wasting a lot of time already don't you think?" Her eyes make their way to his lips, his neck, and stopping just at the opening of his shirt. She pulls off his jacket, and lets her hands trace softly against his arms. "You come in here every night for the past two weeks to see me and you do nothing." She's unbuttoning the buttons to his black shirt.
"Didn't think you'd be interested."
He smirks and so does she.
"We eye fuck every time you come in here. What makes you think that I wouldn't be interested?" She's curious.
He shrugs, but licks his lips. That action causes her to turn away for a moment. Her defenses are trembling and she has to recollect to steady herself.
When he sees the exposed round cheeks of her ass, she hears him suck in his breath, and she can't help but let a sly grin form to her lips.
"You have plenty of men who come in here that do the same thing."
His hands are touching her hips now.
"Would you prefer I bring one of them back here?"
"I don't like to share." He whispers against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Me either."
"I'm Damon by the way." His lips are on her neck now, and she brings her hand to his head to keep him in place.
"I know who you are." A light moan escapes her lips. "And I guess I don't need to introduce myself."
He turns her around and she lets him. His lips are on hers, and he's moving them back, so she can sit her vanity. He stands between her open legs, and his arms are tracing all over her body. She can't get enough of him. She doesn't want too.
Her hands move to his belt buckle and she tugs and pulls. She wants more of him.
"You're beautiful."
It makes her tense, and he notices the change, causing him to stop kissing her neck.
"You okay?" His voice is hypnotizing her again, but she nods and brings his face to hers, kissing his lips like it's her life force.
This isn't right. She needs to stop him before it goes too far.
Her lips latch onto his neck, and she allows her fangs to penetrate his skin. He squirms for a second and tries to move, but her strength holds him still.
After that it takes no time for her to bite into her flesh and shove her wrist into his mouth. The snapping of his neck is a common sound to her ears.
He falls to the ground and she gets off the vanity, continuing to look down even when the back door opens and the male figure she was expecting walks in.
His eyes trace over Bonnie's and she ignores it. It doesn't bother her that she's barely dressed or that his eyes show a small amount of lust behind them.
"Thank you, Bonnie."
She watches as he picks up his brother and slings him over his shoulder.
"You have a four minute window." She wipes the blood from her mouth. "I'd advise you to use it instead of staring at my ass."
He nods, and walks towards the door he entered.
"And Stefan," Her voice stops him. "Make this the last time we see each other."
He doesn't say anything nor turns around, but she knows her message has been received.
The moment he leaves, she takes a breath that's not really needed, and looks in the mirror. If a certain someone found out what she just did, all hell would break loose.
The locked door opens gracefully without any struggle, and Bonnie slips on her robe.
"He'll be here soon." Elena's voice enters her ears, and she turns around to face the beautiful woman who always stands on her right. "He'll be here and what you were doing in this room, he'll know and Bonnie I don't-"
"I'll handle it Elena." Her voice was soft, when she cuts her off. "He'll never know."
"That was Stefan's brother right? The man you brought back here? And since he's not here anymore, that means he came and got him, right? Does Stefan… did he look okay? Is he okay?"
"Don't do this Elena." She feels for her friend. She understands the feeling going through her, but she can't get attached. She can't feel this way. "Don't let emotions get the best of you… not here, not now."
Elena's demeanor changes almost instantly. She was always quick to hide her feelings until able to display them, and Bonnie couldn't help but admire that about her.
"You either. I see the way you've looked at him these last couple of weeks. The way he stared at you. I know you, Bonnie. I know if you pursue this we'll all end up hurt in the end."
"Good thing I'll never see him again."
Elena nods and begins undressing. "Caroline's erasing everyone's memories in attendance tonight."
"Good."
As Bonnie cleans the blood off the floor, that was spilt, all she can think about is the way Damon's blood taste against her tongue… the way his lips felt against hers. It was everything she knew she needed, but if Mikael Mikaelson were to ever find out, her walls would come crashing down.
And yet for a moment, she wonders if it would be worth it.
A/N: Thank you all for reading. As you can tell, a lot still has to be revealed to make sense of what's going on, and if you're interested in reading more, I'll explain some in the next chapter. Also, I deleted my fic I think I might have inhaled you, because I plan on putting a few ideas from what I had for that story for this one.
Anywho, I hoped you all enjoy! Please review and let me know what you think and if you want to read more =)
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