Chapter- Promises

Damon Looked up at the moon which was bright colored so beautifully with the sky set in a misty black, the air was clean and crisp, a perfect night for hunting, he thought as he made his way through the park a leisure in his every step, only something was off, Damon could feel it rumble through his bones; Damon sensed this magical pull come over his senses as he made his way through the crackling leaves and broken tree branches; so he tries to brush it off.

As he came upon his latest prey, he could feel something gawking at him, Damon sensed her presence as he drained the life from his latest victim.

Damon ripped into this helpless prey right in-front of whoever lurked in the shadows. . . . Bonnie watched him unable to move, she couldn't move something held her legs in place; maybe she was in shock either way she didn't move; as she watched from behind the large Oak tree unafraid of him and what she just witnessed.

In a flash Damon's face turns from black and red to, crisp and pale refined features of a gentle nature; she timidly looked on, as he cleaned his mouth and black leather jacket, turning to face her direction. . .

something moved his legs towards her. Finding himself upon a most fortunate scene. Damon smirked with a slight squint of his eyes…this child had an ominous aura, something was familiar about her; He only stepped so close as to not draw attention to them incase she were to scream.

"Most kids, would be screaming by now."

Bonnie caught her breath, she was a somewhat fearless child, because she's always known of the supernatural world , although not truly believing her grams, she just didn't fear it either…but now that she's seen it up close she wasn't afraid at least she wasn't afraid of him.

"I'm not most kids…" Bonnie looked Damon clear in his ice-blue eyes, that twinkled in the moonlight.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked as if he were truly concerned. this need to be protective forces its way through his psyche.

"I was on my way back to my grams, house"

Damon looks around at the dark streets assessing the situation. "At this time of night, alone, aren't you a little too young, to be out this late, where anything can happen to you…" He threatened her in a subtlety manor.

"your not gonna hurt me!" The young Bonnie was confident in her words as she spoke them so matter-a- factly.

Damon smirked. "Oh, is that so…" He taunted. "Yeah" Damon stepped closer to the young girl he bent down to look her square in those green-eyes that conveyed a navie innocence.

Damon parted his lips thinking carefully of what to say. "You know my secret, I may not have a choice" his last words trail-off into a whisper.

Bonnie didn't flinch. "But you wont, I know it" She also smirked.

Damon shrugs all nonchalant, if there was one thing Damon Salvatore didn't do, that was hurt kids… "Plus, I wont say anything, about you being a vampire" Bonnie whisper's vampire nodding all serious.

"Why, should I trust you? You're a child" He throw his hands up in annoyance.

"I can tell you, my secret" Bonnie offers all excited.

Damon scoffed. "Your nine, what secrets could you possibly have" Bonnie frowned. "I'm twelve, and I do have a secret"

"Well. Please tell, the suspense is killing me" Damon responded sarcastically resting his hands at his chest in mockery.

"You don't have, to be so sarcastic, you know!, I bet you don't have many friends, do you?" Damon yawns, this kid was reading him like an open book and he didn't like that, so he stands there expressionless.

"Your secret, I don't have all day" His tone shows that he didn't like her understanding him.

Bonnie thought about it for a moment. "You have to promise, not to say anything"

"You didn't promise, so, why should I?" Damon responded like a petulant child.

"Fine whatever, I'm a witch" Bonnie now seemed irritated by Damon's behavior, which was how she acted, but she a was pre-teen, what was his excuse.

Damon laughs at the petite girl with cinnamon skin, whose green-eyes saw right-through him; reading him with words unspoken from his own mouth, her curly hair cascaded down her heart-shaped face hiding her doe-eyes, that with one look would probably have you wrapped around her little fingers, that's probably why he's stayed and chatted with her for so long.

"Where are your parents?" he was curious, about why she was on the streets this time of night.

Bonnie sighs taking a seat on the bench. "Well, I don't really know my mom, and my dad is always working…so I spend most of my time with my grams"

Damon raised his brow. "Sucks for you"

"Your…your not very good at this, are you?"

Damon hesitantly took a seat next to her confused. "Good at what?" He asked through clenched teeth.

"Comforting, people! Being nice"

Damon takes offence because this was the nicest he's been to anybody in years, the longest conversation he's had in the past decade.

"What do you know?, you're a child!" Damon replied childishly, and Bonnie rolled her eyes. Damon looked at her from his peripheral. "You, want some ice-cream or something?"

"Yes, please" Bonnie smiled at Damon. He stood quickly nodding for her to follow.

"By the way, what's your name little one?"

"Bonnie, Bonnie Bennett"

Damon stops for a moment taking a very good look at her, she had Emily's eyes, she was the spitting image of her great-great-great-great grandmother, that's why she made him uneasy and protective all at the same time. Her aura, the reason he could sense her, made complete sense to him now…

"And yours?"

"Damon Salvatore" Damon eyes get all big as he say's his name, as if she should have heard of him by now.

"That's cute" Bonnie say's smiling up at him. Damon frowns looking down on her. "Don't say things like that, a name can't be cute" Bonnie furrowed her brow. " Why, not?"

"Because, I said so!" Damon retorted quickly not looking down at her. "Well, doesn't matter, I think it's cute"

Damon frowned tiresome."Please, stop saying that, it'll ruin my bad boy persona…and I can't have that" Damon whined.

Bonnie just snickers." so, how old are you?"

"Old!" Damon didn't like to be questioned, but children were curious.

"Hey Damon, since you don't have any friends, I'll be yours"

"Who says, I don't have any friends" Damon asked quickly. Bonnie just twisted her lips up at Damon like get serious, he just huffed ignoring her.

"So, can I?" Bonnie asked persist. Damon looked down on her exhaling heavily. "Fine, now shut-up asking" He groaned out.

Damon and Bonnie walked a little more, eating there ice-cream. Damon sees this sadness on her cinnamon cheeks, hiding behind those eyes, that he didn't like because somehow they understood him.

"Why, so down little one?"

Bonnie smacked her lips, releasing a heavy sigh. "I have to get married" Bonnie pouts all cutesy.

"Aren't you a little young, for that type of commitment?" Damon asked with a smirk.

"Not now! dummy" Bonnie gave Damon a "Duh" look.

Damon smirked at her feistiness, he didn't even understand why he was even interested in her or why he remotely cared… "you wanna talk about it?"

Bonnie gave Damon the once over he was well-kept but his raven black hair was all messy, something untrustworthy bounced off him, even with her powers in there early stages she sensed that about him…but something inside, made her see beyond his outward stature, she moved herself so that she was across from where Damon stood all nonchalant.

"My grams, told me that I was destined for greatness and I was to marry another, powerful witch, when I turn eight-teen…but-"

"You Don't want to" Damon interrupted her quickly.

"No! because there's someone else, I'm suppose to marry" Damon smirked. "Yeah! and how do you know that?"

"Because, I'm a witch silly, I dreamed about it"

"So, who do you marry?"

Bonnie shrugs. "I don't know, I didn't see his face, But I just know its not this other witch"

"Your pretty insightful, for a nine year old"

"I'm twelve" Bonnie stressed that she was twelve.

Damon just rolls his eyes, licking his ice-cream. Bonnie and Damon finish there ice-creams watching the night's sky.

"Alright…I'll make you deal little one, if you haven't found that special guy your suppose to marry …when you turn eight-teen, I'll marry you" Damon say's it so sincerely with a nonchalant mannerism.

Bonnie eyes gets all soft and surprised. " You mean it?"

Damon shrugged. "More than you know" which was weird. because Damon didn't mean half the things he told people for some odd reason he meant every word.

"You have to promise it" Bonnie tells him quickly with excitment.

"I promise, now come on…I'll take you home"

Damon walks Bonnie back to her grams, readying to make a hasty exit, the young witch stops him asking if they'll keep in touch. Damon promises he'll be around and she could depend on him… so every night; Bonnie makes her to the park hoping to run into Damon but she never does, he's never there. So after three weeks of trying to catch him, Bonnie stops looking for him but she wonder's if she'll see him again…

Damon watches her wait for him, but he keeps his distance he doesn't have time for pre-teen's , he had better things to do like drink and chase after women…and playing friends with some kid wasn't going to get in the way of all his plans, so Damon merely blows town yet again, he realizes he couldn't just do that to her, his only true friend...