A/N: Wow! Thank you so much for your support so far on this story. And congrats to the bamon fandom for reaching over 11 million votes on tumblr! And Bamon got nominated for best chemistry AND Kat Graham for scene stealer! Christmas has come early! You guys are awesome =)

Just to give another warning: This story is completely AU, and the characters may seem definitely OOC. There are dark themes, profanity, and sexual content. I can definitely understand if this story won't be your cup of tea, but if you decide to stick with it, I hope you enjoy.

Humans fascinated her. And not because she use to be one, but because when she really got a chance to just sit down and observe human nature, it was quite appealing. They caused each other so much pain and heartache; starting wars and unnecessary dramas with their own species, and yet they were so oblivious to what was really out there; what went bump in the night.

Then there were those select humans who seemed as if they hadn't been touched by danger. There were those who seemed happy; without a care in the world. And there were times when she couldn't help but watch them; wondering what that felt like.

There was a time when Bonnie wished for simplicity. That's how her life was supposed to be; marry the man of her dreams, have his child, be a good wife, love and laugh, and be happy. Happiness had been the goal… the dream.

Unfortunately, those dreams were shattered. They were so far away now that she couldn't help but wonder why anyone would strive for that goal. Being happy was worse than being in pain in her book. Especially when pain was all she had known; all she knew how to control.

It was safe to say that happiness… letting herself feel that emotion was the one thing that Bonnie Bennett was afraid of.

Currently, she was sitting around an open fire where several humans who knew and didn't know each other traded stories. They were so trusting as they ate their smores, drank their alcohol, and laughed with each other like the majority weren't strangers. It was just so interesting to Bonnie, as she sat and observed. Their mannerisms, the way the pitches in their voice changed on occasion, their arms laced around each other. This moment… they were happy. This moment, it was their calm.

But, sadly for them, it was their calm before the storm.

Hours before.

Bonnie was sitting in her bathtub letting the water ease the tension she had acquired. It was a known fact that Bonnie preferred baths to showers. She could be late to something and instead of jumping in the shower; she would take a moment to rest in the bath tub. It was where she found a moments peace to relax… to rejuvenate.

And every time her body descended in the water, it was always dark in the room. Pitch black, just like she liked it. She would sit so still that if anyone were to walk in and turn on the light, they would have been surprised to find her.

She knew that she should be getting out now. She should be putting on an expensive dress that she didn't pay for and walking down the stairs to attend the ball that was currently being thrown in the compound. But, instead, her mind was running a mile a minute, and Damon Salvatore was on the forefront of it.

Last night, she could have sworn she saw him sitting in the front row of her last performance. She couldn't have just imagined up his perfect raven hair and those mouthwatering blue eyes that looked like they were undressing her with each move she made. She became speechless in that moment, and it wasn't until Caroline nudged her back to reality that she realized he hadn't been sitting in the front row; that he wasn't even in the building. That small fact still didn't stop her mind from wandering to him every chance she got.

The initial plan for last night was that after their performance, she, Elena, and Caroline would take a guest to their dressing room and give them a final private performance. Of course, their definition of performance meant tapping a few veins. It didn't just satisfy them, but it brought the human's pleasure as well.

What was supposed to be something harmless and fun turned into nothing but bloodbath that she had to clean up. Mikael ended up barging in with his head so far up his ass; it was a good thing he didn't need to breathe. He ordered Bonnie to stop because he felt like she was getting to intimate with the guy. Granted, she was straddling him, and her dress was down to her waist, but it's not like she was going to up and screw the guy with everyone present.

Mikael didn't care, and because Bonnie didn't do too well when being ordered, she didn't stop feeding from the guy until he took his last breath. He didn't even have time to fall to the ground lifeless, before Mikael slammed her against the wall, squeezing her throat until it bruised.

She would have died if she had been human.

It was out of territorial instinct that Elena and Caroline took a stance to jump to her defense, but of course, Bonnie had to give them the eye, informing them that staying still was better for all of them. Mikael would end their lives before she could even remember how to blink.

When shit like that happened and Mikael went off the rails, her friends would forget that he would never allow Bonnie to die. Hell, Bonnie couldn't even end her own life if she wanted too. That's how ridiculous this whole arrangement was.

The night or early morning ended after Mikael made a few threats and slaughtered every human left in the club. Bonnie, Caroline, and Elena had to clean up the mess.

It took seven hours.

And then Mikael had the nerve to want to lay with her when she returned to the compound. She didn't even give him another look as she went to her room, and slammed the door. She was just surprised and actually grateful that he didn't follow.

So, now, here she was, sitting in the tub, not caring that the water was turning cold. Damon Salvatore was still invading her mind; fucking it up in the worse way. His blood still teased her tongue, no matter how many different brands had touched her lips. It was like he was crawling inside her bloodstream; latching and merging into each cell.

And the crazy part about all this, she didn't even really know him. She wasn't a stranger to the stories, and she may have done a little research on him, but she didn't personally know Damon Salvatore. They never even had sex. Not that sex affected her like this, but damn at least maybe she could have had an excuse.

It took her probably another several more minutes to realize why it was bothering her so much. It was so obvious; she was surprised it didn't come to her sooner. Betrayal. She felt like she was committing the ultimate betrayal.

Not to Mikael of course. She couldn't care less about him, but to someone else. Someone she kept hidden inside the Pandora's Box in the very depths of her mind. Those who didn't know her story would deem her a disgusting harlot who should be banished to the deepest layer of hell. She's heard a lot worse and the majority came from her own lips.

Thinking of Damon so much was making memories invade her mind that she kept on such a tight lock and key for close to twenty years. Memories that harmed her more than helped. And now, they were coming back, and it was killing her.

"Elijah your father will be arriving any time now." She giggled as his lips softly touched hers.

"We will just have to leave him outside until we are finished."

"I want him to like me though; I am to wed his son and I am having his grandchild."

The memory slammed inside his skull before she could stop it.

"He will love you."

Bonnie could remember the way his lips felt; she could still see the look he had in his eyes. There was so much love in them...want… need. All of that was foreign to her now.

"Bonnie?"

The sound of Elena's voice and the light turning on pulled her out of her memory.

"Bons, why aren't you ready? The party's already started."

Bonnie looked at her best friend in a beautiful strapless dark and light brown ball gown. It fit her perfectly and she looked nothing short of amazing.

"I thought I'd just sit in here all night and skip it." She lifted her leg up to check out her fresh pedicure. She was trying her best to hide her expression of something being wrong. She and Elena were really good at reading each other. "If I were human I'd fake the plague or something. Maybe the flu… the flu would probably be more convincing in this day and age."

Elena grabbed her towel off the door and threw it over, and Bonnie caught it with one hand, not even paying attention.

"Mikael will probably kill everyone in this place tonight if you don't show your face. Plus, Matt and Tyler will be here and we haven't seen them in a few years."

That got Bonnie's attention. She always had a soft spot for the two werewolves. They were two of the only ones she could stand from the group. But, it still wasn't enough to change her mind. She didn't want to go down there while Mikael showed her off, forced her to dance, and then get mad at every man that stared too long at her.

"So, are we going to talk about what's on your mind?" Elena asked, following her to her bedroom. "I can tell something's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong." Bonnie lied as she slid on her dress. "Well, actually, going downstairs and pretending like I'm happy and getting felt up by Mikael….what isn't wrong there."

"No, there's something else." Elena zipped up her dress in the back. "Is it about yesterday when you thought you saw Damon?"

Bonnie stopped looking at herself long enough to glance at her best friend.

Her look told Elena everything she needed know.

"Hmmm…. If that's not it…"

"I just had a memory of Elijah." Her voice was soft, and for a moment, Bonnie didn't even recognize it. "It just… it came out of nowhere and I don't know…"

That was really all Elena needed to hear. She knew exactly how her friend was when it came to Elijah. She remembered everything.

"Well, maybe I can tell Mikael you really did catch the plague."

Bonnie smiled, and pinned her hair to the side. "Then he'd kill you right in front of me."

"You have a point. Maybe we can show our faces for a couple hours, and then I can teach you this new hunting technique I learned."

"That actually sounds like a plan." She then turned around to face Elena. "How do I look?" The red dress was very revealing; the opening on the sides were practically showing the side of her breasts, and she didn't even think to wear a bra.

"Like I'm not in love with a Salvatore brother and I think I want to take you home instead."

Bonnie couldn't help but laugh. Leave it to her best friend to make genuine laughter escape her lips, because she desperately needed it.

"Then that means I'm pretty damn hot."

Bonnie had been standing near the bar for close to an hour, babysitting her second glass of scotch. She watched everyone in attendance tonight. They were dancing, smiling, laughing, feeling each other up, almost like they had never murdered each other's kind before. It was rather poetic, if you asked her.

This was a night where supernatural creatures could put aside any differences they may have and actually get along and have a good time. Mikael swore he was doing this for Bonnie, because he was trying to make it seem like he wasn't a complete monster. He was trying to reason with her… make her happy.

She'd rather be dead.

"Dance with me." She cringed when Mikael came up from behind and put his arm around her.

"My feet hurt."

He grabbed her arm and yanked her to the dance floor anyway.

"Why do you always wish to defy me, Bonnie?" He held her close.

"When you realize that I can't stand you."

"You think that. But, you need to remember that I'm all you have and if you keep up your little annoying act, just remember that there are worse things than death, pet."

He twirled her around, and she gritted her teeth.

"You should be glad I have not made you go upstairs and change."

"Just hoping I can get lucky tonight."

The moment she saw fire in his eyes, like he may reprimand her, was the moment Sage walked up to them asking if she could cut in.

"He's all yours." Bonnie's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Make sure you're back here in ten minutes." Mikael called after her.

"Whatever you say, master." She knew that word got on his nerves, but hell, it was practically the truth. No need to sugarcoat anything.

When Bonnie left to go join her friends, not even five minutes later, she witnessed Mikael and Sage disappearing upstairs. Good, now she wouldn't have to deal with him.

"Bons, look who I found digging through the trash."

Bonnie turned her attention towards Caroline and the blonde male she was with. It was good to see a familiar face.

"Matt. I didn't think you would come."

"Well, I realize that after not seeing you blood suckers for a few years, I kind of missed you three."

Bonnie gave him a hug. "Where's the other mangy dog?" she joked.

"Dancing with your brunette fiend."

Bonnie turned towards the direction to see Tyler and Elena dancing together in the crowd. Bonnie couldn't help but allow a little smile cross her lips. Even though Tyler and Elena were only friends, they really did look good together. They had grown up together, but thanks to Mikael's ridiculousness, they never really had time to see each other.

"Bonnie, may I have this dance?" Matt extended his hand out.

She was about to grab his hand. She figured that she should at least try to make the most of tonight, and have some fun, but the rush that went through her body prevented her from doing so.

Her eyes immediately found the furthest corner in the room. Damon Salvatore was standing there like a statue, staring right at her.

"Bons?"

She heard Matt call her name, and when she blinked a few times, Damon was gone.

"Are you okay?" Caroline asked.

She nodded. "Rain check, Matt? I need to go check on something."

"I'll hold you to that."

She gave Caroline a look that said she would talk with her later, and then took the liberty of going upstairs.

The moan coming from Sage's room would have stopped her in her tracks if she gave a damn. Mikael wasn't even a good fuck, so Sage was just putting on to make him happy. At least someone could.

The moment she opened the door to her bedroom, she closed it almost suddenly behind her. Damon was standing there, staring out her window.

She knew she hadn't stumbled in some magical herb that made her hallucinate and go crazy. Damon was here tonight, but the fact that he was in her room, Bonnie couldn't help but think he really had a death wish.

"I figured out your room on the first try."

There was a moment when he turned around to look at her, that Bonnie thought about running in the opposite direction. But, she wasn't a coward, and her feet felt glued to the floor. His intense gaze was tracing all over her body, making her feel exposed. Hell, for a lack of a better term, it was making her feel human.

"How did you get in here?" She asked. Everyone knew what Damon Salvatore looked like, and if a guard were to have seen him, they would have sound the alarm and got Mikael.

"A witch owed me a favor."

He was standing in front of her now, and a blind man could even see how much he wanted her.

"If Mikael finds out you're here…"

"I haven't had a good fight in days." He cut her off, and shrugged.

"He'll kill you." Those words stumble out of her mouth before she could stop them, and it bothers her that his death would worry her.

"He could try."

She didn't even remember him backing her up against wall. But, she could recall him placing his hand on her bare shoulder.

"You can't do this." She moved away from him. She definitely didn't trust herself near him."It's the sire spell. It'll go away in a month."

Bonnie stops the moment he stands behind her and places his arms around her waist. It feels so much better than Mikael's crusty hands that she couldn't help but lean back into him.

"That one month sire spell doesn't work on everyone." His breath tickled her ear as he whispered.

It was true that not ever vampire that's sire gets trapped in the one month sire curse, but it was so rare, Bonnie thought it was a myth.

"I wanted you while I was human and I want you now."

"You don't know me."

"I've done my research. Which I'm sure you've done yours."

She tried looking everywhere but his eyes, but Bonnie Bennett never backed down from anyone. "Then if you did, you should know that I have someone…"

"Someone who is in another room with someone else. Someone that you can't stand and want to see dead." His lips touched her neck softly. "Don't worry we all do."

Bonnie turned around and looked him up and down. She knew the exact moment the veins appeared around her eyes. She wanted Damon, and if she was going to stop all of this excessive thinking about him every day, then she needed to go ahead and have him. What they started earlier, needed to be finished. So, she pulled his head down and captured his lips with hers.

When she pushed him on his back onto her bed, and ripped open his shirt, she straddled him like it was the last time she would ever be able to ride dick in her life. And Damon Salvatore was definitely packing.

She bent down to kiss him again, and this time he was turning her over to give him the access to be on top. His mouth was on her neck, sucking and probing, and the moment his fangs punctured her skin, she cried out. It wasn't just the fact that drinking someone's blood could be made pleasurable, but it was the idea of him having her blood in his mouth. And that was….

"I love you Elijah, no matter what. So, just tell me. It's not going to change my feelings of you."

Bonnie tensed up and pushed Damon off so suddenly, he hit the wall in a loud thud. Luckily, he was able to regain his composure without hitting the ground.

"You need to leave." She stood up, knowing that the wound healed instantly, but the blood was still dripping from her neck. "Don't come near me again."

But instead, of waiting for him to walk out, she used her vampire speed to get away from him. So much was going on in her mind. She really felt like she was losing it, and she didn't like that. She needed to be in control.

She was so off her game that instead of going through the back, she sped through the crowd of people who were drunk off their asses, and opened the front door to leave.

She ran right into Finn Mikaelson.

Her first instinct was to keep moving. To get as far away from the compound for awhile to clear her head… to find a level of control to get her thinking straight again. But, the way Finn held onto her, the way his eyes widened a little at the blood on her neck, made her stand still for a moment.

"Bonnie." His voice is light. "What happened?"

Finn doesn't really like her. She knows that for a fact. Sometimes he'll look at her with disgust, and it's not just because of what happened with Elijah, but because Sage took it upon herself to fill his head with lies.

"Sage is upstairs. She's really missed you."

And then she was gone. She didn't care if the whole compound burned down with what was about to go down. What she hoped would go down. Finn was going to find Sage and Mikael in bed together, and even though it was a sight she didn't want to miss, she would have to catch the aftermath.

The moment Bonnie stopped running was the moment she found the group of people sitting around a campfire. She sat and observed them for a moment. Their happiness, their enjoyment of life did nothing for.

She killed each and every single one of them. She enjoyed their blood showering her skin; enjoyed their screams… their cries for help. She even let a few of them run before she caught them.

The control she had momentarily lost was back now, but still… she needed something more. She always needed more. Except the more that she wanted, she could never have.

Unless…

The compound was trashed, just like she expected it to be. It wasn't just the mess from the party that dirtied the place up, but a lot of furniture and pictures, and statutes were broken and thrown around everywhere.

A fight had broken out tonight, and hopefully Caroline got it on camera. She was actually surprised that Mikael hadn't called or come looking for her. Apart of her didn't know if that was a good thing or bad thing.

Before she descended the stairs to the destination she needed to reach. She took a moment to listen for Caroline and Elena and found them both in the training room talking about earlier. She would join them later.

Right now, she was about to enter unmarked territory. It was under the many basements in this place, and no one was allowed down here. Actually, there weren't many people who knew this place existed.

If Mikael caught Bonnie anywhere near here, he would probably cause her an immense amount of pain, but hell, it would be worth it. She needed something, and behind this door was probably the only person who could give it to her.

A/N: thank you so much for reading! Please let me know what you think. Your reviews mean so much to me =)