Forget everything you know about canon because this story is completely AU.

Forbidden

There is a part of her that wonders if her ancestors are turning in their graves at this very moment, if the spirits will punish her for this sin. She's a witch, a servant of nature, a good girl. He's everything she should be against, a vampire, an abomination of nature, the enemy.

There is a part of her that wonders if there is something wrong with her for wanting this, for needing him like this. There must be something twisted inside her for letting him do this to her, for allowing him to have his wicked way with her.

What would her family do if they knew?

She should feel guilty. She doesn't. She should feel ashamed. She doesn't. She should be worried about what her friends would say if they knew. She's not. Her friends are not here to judge and if they were she doesn't care.

She doesn't care what anyone thinks.

It feels so good. So good, that she never wants this to stop. When she's with him, she can forget about everything. With him, she's just a girl. There are no worries, and there are no fears, no responsibilities. In this moment, the world is reduced to the two of them.

He's a drug. He's an addiction which she can't seem to quit. Not that she bothers to try. Since this whole thing started what she wants is more. She can never get enough of him. She wants more, always more.

She has offered herself freely to him, consequences be dammed. She wishes she had regrets but she doesn't. The only regret she feels is that they didn't do this sooner.

In this moment, there is no guilt only pleasure. A sinful kind of pleasure that melts her flesh to the bones and that has her gasping and moaning his name in the darkness.

He's buried between her legs, so hard and big, fingers digging painfully into her hip as he slams into her again and again. He's filling her, stretching her, almost to the point of pain. She cries out his name again and again. He feels so good inside her.

It's wicked.

It's exciting.

It's sinful.

Her back is pressed against the concrete wall and she winces with each of his hard thrust. There will be bruises in the morning, she knows. She doesn't care.

Her legs are wrapped tightly around his waist. Her pale yellow dress is rolled up to her waist while her panties lay discarded somewhere on the floor. Her hands are on his shoulders, clinging to him, her nails sinking into the soft material of his dark blue henley as she cries out in pleasure with each of his hard thrust.

In the back of her mind she worries that someone will see them. They are in some dark alley a few blocks away from her home. She purposely chose to walk rather than drive because she knew he would be watching. It makes this clandestine meeting all the more thrilling. It makes their coupling hotter, dangerous, and it feels incredible.

He growls against her neck, his teeth pressing hard against her sensitive skin. He sucks on her pulse point with greed, teeth grazing her flesh.

"No…" she pants. She knows what he wants. She may be foolish enough to get in bed with the devil but she's not stupid enough to give him her blood.

Blood is powerful, it's binding, and she is very much aware of what kind of consequences such act could bring. Even if there is a part of her that is curious, that wonders what it would feel like to have his fangs sink into her neck at the same time as he's buried between her legs. The thought of it, the image her mind conjures up sets her body aflame and pushes her over the edge.

She squeezes him tighter, milking him, urging him. Her hands move up from his shoulders and up the sides of his face, pulling his head away from her neck and bringing his mouth towards hers. It's meant to distract him, to stop him, should he try to be devious enough and get a bite out of her flesh.

It works.

He devours her mouth, plunging his tongue between her lips with a hunger that takes her breath away. She has never been kissed the way he kisses her, she has never been touched in the way he touches her. There are a lot of things she had never done before, until he came along.

The hunger, the fire, the excitement she feels in that moment is overwhelming. She can't think. She can't breathe. The only thing she can do is enjoy the feel of him.

He groans against her lips, his hot breath mingling with hers as he plunges in and out of her at vampire speed.

The air leaves her lungs and light explodes behind her eyelids when she finally finds her release.

She bites hard on his bottom lip as she comes undone. Her entire body convulsing with ripples of intense pleasure. It's exhilarating. It's incredible. This pure feeling of bliss is absolutely worth every risk they're taking.

His body shudders against hers as he finds his own release soon after.

They stay like that for a couple of minutes. Her head slumps down to his shoulder as she struggles to catch her breath. If it weren't for the fact that he's supporting her, she would fall to the ground in a puddle of goo.

She whimpers when he pulls out of her and sets her gently on the ground. Her body feels like jelly and her thighs are dripping with their combined pleasure.

She leans back against the wall afraid that she will collapse at any moment as he tucks himself back in and zips his pants.

Once she finally regains a bit of composure, she murmurs a well practiced cleaning spell before putting her panties on and fixing her dress. She avoids his eyes.

He smirks as he moves his gaze over her still trembling body. He's quite pleased with the way she looks.

Her heart is beating wildly against her chest, to the point that it hurts. Her dark hair is spilling free from the messy bun. Her skin is covered in sweat and her lips are swollen from his kisses while his scent clings to her like a second skin. Every vampire or wolf that comes within close proximity will know that she belongs to him. It's something he secretly enjoys, she knows.

"Witch," he says, his lips curving into a grin.

"Hybrid," she retorts, her throat feels dry and her voice is strained.

Their eyes meet for a brief second before he nods and disappears at vampire speed.

She stays in the same spot, with her back leaning against the wall.

She needs another minute or two before she can make her way home.

The house is dark and quiet. All the lights are off and the front door is locked. It takes her three tries to break the protective spell Grams puts on every night. She breathes a sigh of relief when it finally works and makes her way inside as quietly and as quickly as possible. She's way past her curfew and she hopes Grams is not waiting for her in the living room.

She takes off her pumps, holding them in her left hand as she walks barefooted over the polished wood floor.

"How was the party?"

Bonnie who just about to go up the stairs, jumps out of her skin and turns around at the sound of that voice.

Her cousin Emily raises her eyebrow at her jumpiness. She's in her checkered pajamas and white cami, a bowl of cereal in her hands. Emily always indulges in a midnight snack.

"It was good," Bonnie mumbles. She feels like a deer caught in the headlights and prays to the mother goddess that Emily won't notice the hickeys on her neck and shoulder. The lights are off so she has that to her advantage at least.

"You're lucky Grams went to sleep early, you're past your curfew." Emily tells her as she walks past her and begins making her way up the stairs. "Must've been some party…"

"You have no idea," Bonnie mutters under her breath. She's not thinking about the party but of what she did after. She waits for the wave of guilt to come but it doesn't. Maybe if she felt some kind of guilt, she would find the strength to quit her addiction.

"Oh and Bonnie," Emily says halfway up the stairs and looking at her over her shoulder. "You should ask Lucy for some of her ointments, I don't think Grams will appreciate seeing the love bites on your neck."

Bonnie winces. So much for the cover of darkness, she thinks. "Emily I-"

"I don't want to know," Emily interrupts quickly. "I have enough of Lucy's antics to last me a lifetime." Her sharp gaze moves over her cousin's face. "Be careful," she murmurs. "You know the spell don't you? Or if you need a potion…" she trails off. Contraceptive spells and potions are something a witch can find in any grimoire, recipes that have been passed down over the centuries. But Emily just wants to make sure that her baby cousin is taking care of herself. The last thing the family needs is a surprise pregnancy.

Bonnie flushes with embarrassment but finds herself nodding nonetheless. She's very good at making potions, a gift she inherited from her deceased mother. And Lucy pulled her aside the day after she got her first period and showed her the spells she needed. "Better be safe than sorry," her cousin told her with a wink.

"Good," Emily offers her a small smile before making her way to her bedroom.

She wonders what Emily would say if she were to learn that Bonnie is not sneaking out with a boy but a vampire, a very dangerous and powerful vampire. Her cousin probably would never speak to her again. Her Grams would be disappointed and her coven would shun her for sleeping with the enemy.

And despite knowing all that, knowing the risks she's taking, Bonnie feels no regrets for what she's doing.

New Orleans is a ticking bomb. The city is crawling with supernaturals and the peace between them is fragile at best.

Witches don't mix with vampires or werewolves. They live in the same city but they do their best to keep to themselves, that's the rule. The only ones who do interact all the time are the leaders of the different factions in the city.

Whenever her Grams comes back from one of those meetings, she's always in a terrible mood. While the witches have magic, the vampires have the greater power in the city and they make sure the others know it. One vampire in particular stands above the rest.

"Mark my words," Grams says one day over dinner. "This peace won't last for long. It's only a matter of time before the fire of war is ignited once more."

"We need to make alliances," Emily is quick to point out. "We have to be prepared." She has always been good at strategizing. It's often said that Emily would make one fine general.

Bonnie keeps staring down at her plate, her stomach turning nervously. "But the king gave you his word, didn't he?" she finds herself saying. "He's kept the peace."

"Never trust a vampire Bonnie," Grams tells her in a serious tone. "The king above all is the most cunning and ruthless monster I have ever met. If given the opportunity he'll stab us in the back and take full control of the city."

No, Bonnie wants to tell her. He will never hurt you. The hybrid king will never dare to hurt her grandmother. Sheila and her cousins are all Bonnie has and he knows it. He may be many things but Bonnie knows he would never hurt the people she loves.

"We would be fools if we trusted the vampires," Lucy adds. "One day we will find a way to get rid of them for good."

"May our mother goddess hear you, child."

"May she hear all of our prayers to get rid of them," Emily adds.

Bonnie is the only one who doesn't agree with that sentiment but she doesn't dare to voice it out loud. She knows the rule. A rule that is all but forgotten whenever Bonnie is with him.

It's a dangerous game they're playing.

But the danger makes it all the more exciting.

The three little orphans, that's the name the New Orleans community bestowed upon the three Bennett cousins over ten years ago, when they first came to live with their Grams. In a span of a year, Emily, Lucy, and Bonnie lost their parents. Three separate tragedies that changed the course of their young lives forever.

Grams took them in and raised them as if they were her own children. She gave them a home, an education, a family, and above all, the love, care, and protection any child could need. The girls became more than cousins, they became sisters.

Sisters who can't keep any secrets from each other, it seems.

"So are you going to tell me his name?" Lucy asks again as the three make their way into the Jardin Gris, a magic shop right in the heart of the French Quarter.

"No," Bonnie replies giving Emily a look.

Emily shrugs and moves to the necklace and pendants display. Grams's birthday is coming up and she has to buy her a present.

"Come on!" Lucy whines. "I told you when I hooked up with Luka."

"Yeah, details I did not need or wanted to know." Bonnie retorts moving to the nearest shelve and picking a couple of white candles. She needs them for her lessons.

"Is it a boy from school?" Lucy asks. Her eyes suddenly go wide. "Don't tell me it's Stefan?" Stefan and Matt are the only two guys she has ever seen Bonnie with.

"What! No," Bonnie gives her cousin a look. "He's dating one of my friends. Katherine, remember?" Katherine would gauge her eyes out if she were to set her eyes on her boyfriend. Besides, Stefan is like the brother Bonnie never had.

"Matt?"

"Again, my friend who's also dating someone else." Matt and Caroline had been happily together for over a year now. He is also like a brother to Bonnie.

Lucy frowns. "Can you at least give us his name?" she continues probing. She's dying to know what boy managed to catch her cousin's attention. Bonnie has always been the studious one, the one who's nose is always buried in a book. She has no time for boys or dating. Not with all the responsibility she has as the future queen of the witches.

"We need some sage," Bonnie tries to change the subject as she moves away from her cousin towards the opposite side of the shop.

Lucy gives her a knowing look. "You know I'm going to find out eventually, don't you?" she is determined to find out who Bonnie is secretly hooking up with. On the one hand, she feels elated that Bonnie is finally doing something naughty. It's about time Bonnie showed interest in the opposite sex. On the other hand, she's worried about the secrecy. Why isn't Bonnie willing to share who he is? Whatever the case, Lucy is going to find out.

Bonnie ignores her, picking the stash of sage she needs from the shelve. She needs to be careful. Now, that Lucy knows she's seeing someone Bonnie is going to have to be ten times more careful in order to keep her trysts a secret.

Lucy is about to say something else when the three of them feel a chill run down their spines. Their witch senses alerting them to the dangerous predator making his way inside the shop.

Two other witches standing close by also turn their heads just in time to see the tall, blond haired vampire that strolls into the shop as if he owns the place. From behind the counter, Katie's eyes open wide in shock upon seeing the hybrid king himself.

"Ladies," his bright blue eyes lazily slid over the witches inside the shop, before giving Katie his most charming smile. "I'm here to see your mistress."

Katie swallows nervously and nods. "She's upstairs, sire."

The hybrid offers her a dimple smile before making his way to the back room, where the stairs to the second floor are. He's been in the shop before, he's been upstairs quite a lot before. He knows his way around.

Bonnie looks down at the floor as he walks past her. She hears his chuckle resonate in her ears and her heart jumps to her throat as his familiar scent suddenly washes over her. Even though she's dying to stare into his handsome face she keeps her eyes on her sandals. The last thing she wants is to give herself away, especially with her cousins there. Her skin prickles and a nervous tremble rolls over her body as the air is suddenly engulfed with that strange electricity he emanates.

She jumps out of her skin when she feels the ghost of his lips on her neck, his favorite spot right over her pulse point. Her head jerks to the side, startled by the surprising touch.

The hybrid has already disappeared up the stairs. She must have imagined the whole thing. If he had actually kissed her, her cousins would have seen it. Bonnie shakes her head. Yep, he's like a drug.

"What is he doing here?" Lucy questions Katie.

"He's been here a lot in the past few days," Katie says nervously. "Miss Geneviève hasn't told me why." She had probed, trying to get as much information as she could but the owner of the Jardin Gris kept her lips shut.

"He's probably screwing her," Lucy makes a face. "He has a thing for witches." Or so she has heard.

Bonnie feels like she has been punched in the stomach. Geneviève is an elder witch. A tall, elegant, and gorgeous red haired woman with a reputation as one of the most powerful witches in the city. Bonnie suddenly feels insignificant. "We should go." She grabs the things she's buying and puts them on the counter. She wants to get out of there was soon as possible.

Once she has paid, Bonnie practically runs out of the shop.

Her mind conjuring up the most horrible images ever. Nik and Geneviève, naked bodies rolling on a huge bed.

"This doesn't mean anything," he told her when it all begun. "You know that, don't you?"

"Of course," Bonnie agreed.

Bonnie should have known better. She was stupid to give herself to the enemy but she's the biggest idiot on the planet for also giving him her heart. Even if he doesn't know it.

That night, she cries herself to sleep, feeling absolutely miserable.

Damon Salvatore has his own nicknames for the three little orphans, grumpy Bennett, sexy Bennett, and boring Bennett. The Salvatore and the Bennett families have been friends for over a century. Giuseppe Salvatore is one of Sheila's most trusted advisers and a dear friend. The Bennett girls grew up alongside the Salvatore brothers.

The minute Emily sees him she glares and runs back inside the house. She can't stand the sight of him. No one knows why, but Bonnie has the sneaking suspicion that something happened between them. Emily refuses to speak about it and Bonnie respects her silence. She as a secret of her own after all.

"Nice to see you too, grumpy." Damon waves and yells at Emily's retreating form before turning to the two other cousins.

"You know we don't need a babysitter, don't you?" Lucy remarks. She likes Damon enough but she hates how her grandmother treats them like children sometimes. They don't need Damon to keep them company while they go to the fair. They are big girls, they can take care of themselves.

"While I like you sexy Bennett, I don't want to babysit you either but," Damon shrugs. "Orders are orders." He smirks before putting his dark sun glasses on. "Now, can we get this over with." He proceeds to walk ahead of them. He's supposed to be their bodyguard but Damon Salvatore has never known his place. He would never trail behind anyone like a lost puppy. Granddaughters of the queen of the witches or not.

"Come on," Lucy sighs.

She and Bonnie fall into a step behind Damon. Like usual, she's practically invisible. Damon is ten years older than Bonnie, he's Emily's age and had always been the cool and popular kid at school. While he and Emily went to school together and he has no problem flirting with Lucy (who is five years younger than him) he has never really paid any attention to Bonnie. She was the shy, awkward kid with braces who always had her nose in a book. Hence the reason he nicknamed her boring Bennett. Bonnie doesn't care.

It's not until recently that Damon has started to notice that young Bonnie Bennett is turning into a hottie. She's short but she has a pretty heart shape face and he has to admit she has great legs. The tight jean shorts she's wearing today giving him a perfect view of those sinful legs. The sleeveless flower print blouse with the low V-neck she's wearing shows a generous cleavage and he finds his eyes constantly drawn towards the young witch. He doesn't know why but she looks more womanly than before, something about her is different. Something changed since the last time he saw her.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you have a thing for my baby cousin." Lucy comes to stand next to him. They have been at the fair for over two hours and Damon is ready to get the hell out.

Bonnie is with her friends a few feet away from them. She sitting at one of the wooden picnic tables close to where the food stands are. His brother Stefan and his girlfriend are also there, as well as other friends of theirs.

"She seems different," Damon absently comments. He keeps his eyes on Bonnie as he speaks. He has just return from a trip abroad. As the eldest son, he was sent on a diplomatic mission in representation of the Bennett coven. His father is grooming him to one day be the Queen's adviser. Giuseppe is Sheila's adviser, one day Damon will be Bonnie's.

Lucy stares at his face and her eyes suddenly go wide with a realization. Lucy thinks she has finally figure out who the guy Bonnie is secretly seeing is. It dawns on her why she would keep it a secret. Damon is ten years older than her after all.

Way to go, baby B. Lucy thinks as she looks back at her cousin who is happily eating some cotton candy. She's doing a good job at ignoring Damon. Bonnie hasn't even glanced in his direction once. Who knew she had in her to be so devious.

Damon is an asshole but he's smoking hot and a warlock from one of the most important families in the city. He's definitely a good candidate for Bonnie to consider as potential husband. Lucy grins. Who knew that her cousin had it in her to catch the attention of the oldest Salvatore hottie.

Damon better be careful though because if he hurts her baby cousin, Lucy will turn him into a toad. She can hardly contain the grin on her face. For now, she'll keep it a secret and won't let Bonnie or Damon know that she knows their secret.

She feels happy for Bonnie. Her dutiful cousin is finally enjoying her youth. She has time before she assumes the role she was born into. She has time before she becomes the perfect queen to follow in their Grams's footsteps. It will be years, a decade or two maybe before Bonnie ascends to the throne.

She has all the time in the world to live her life and enjoy the bit of freedom she has.

Katherine and Stefan are making out, completely oblivious to everyone else. Matt and Caroline are on the Ferris wheel and Bonnie easily sneaks away from the Carnival and into the forest nearby.

Lucy was sharing a drink and flirting with Kai Parker, the strange boy from the Gemini coven. While Damon is off somewhere doing who knows what, probably smoking Bonnie thinks as she walks further into the woods.

The sun is hiding behind the canopy of the trees, night will fall soon and she should know better than to sneak into the forest, rumor has it that the wolves like to run free at night here. She's not sure if there is any truth to that. She has heard many things about the wolves but she doesn't know what's fact or fiction. Witches and werewolves don't mix after all.

The treaty says that they are supposed to stay in the Bayou, but they won't be the first nor the last to break the treaty signed by the ruling powers in the city. It seems every supernatural species likes to live in danger. None more than her though.

"Looking for me, love?"

Bonnie turns around at the sound of his voice. Her heart immediately skipping a beat. "Hi," she greets almost shyly. It has been two weeks, two long and torturous weeks since they came together in the alley near her home.

The hybrid slid his eyes over her gorgeous figure, pleased at the way her skin immediately prickles under his heated gaze.

In the next second, he has her against the huge oak tree. His body tightly pressed against hers.

"Nik…" Bonnie moans arching her neck, as he sucks on her heated flesh. God, how she has missed him.

One hand sneaks underneath her blouse and cups her breast through the thin material of her bra, the other is already tugging at her shorts.

"Don't rip them," she pleads, eyes closed and murmuring contently as his mouth continues to pepper her neck with heated kisses.

He chuckles.

In a blink of an eye he has pulled her shorts and panties off her legs.

Bonnie gasps as she suddenly finds her back against the cool grass, her face staring at the orange light that penetrates the forest. Her gasp turns into a sharp cry as he slams himself inside of her in one quick thrust. She feels a slight sting but the pain mixes with the pleasure and soon she's panting and begging for more.

It's hard, and fast, and hot.

She feels like she's melting, like the dying rays of the sun that disappear beneath the trees.

Bonnie immediately hooks her legs around his waist, the soles of her feet digging into his ass as she meets him thrust for thrust. Her mind completely shuts down, focusing on him, on the feel of him, on the taste of him. In that moment, the whole world is reduced to the two of them. Nothing else matters.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes in the forest, his grunts and her moans of pleasure mixing together and singing in harmony with the concert the cicadas are giving from the trees.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she lets out a piercing cry of pleasure. He follows soon after, crushing her body beneath his weight and claiming her lips in a possessive kiss.

Later much later…

Once she has fixed her clothes and her body is sated and relaxed, she asks him the question that has been plaguing her mind for the past few days. The reason for her tears and nightmares.

"Are you sleeping with Geneviève?" As much as she tries, Bonnie can't keep the jealousy from her voice. She has no right to ask him or to demand an explanation. This thing between them is purely physical. It's what they agreed on after that first night. But still, she feels jealous.

Nik chuckles crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against one of the trees.

Night has fallen by now, and she can hardly see his face. Unlike him, she doesn't have the luxury of enhanced senses.

"Is that the rumor this month?"

Bonnie bites her lip. "You've been visiting her." She hates the jealousy that boils in her blood. She doesn't know if she can compete with the gorgeous and enchanting Geneviève and that makes her heart hurt.

"Are you jealous?" he challenges instead of answering. Nik is always challenging her, with his eyes, with his actions, with his words.

Bonnie looks away and shifts nervously. "If you want to end this…" her throat constricts and her heart bleeds. "And be with her…" she won't beg him to stay or humiliate herself more than she already has.

"Sometimes I forget how young you are," Nik whispers. He is suddenly in front of her, his index finger tracing her cheek with infinite tenderness. He can crush people with his bare hands, and most of the time his touch is rough, possessive, and very sinful but there are times like now, where he treats her as if she is made of porcelain.

"Do you want her?" She asks turning to face him once more. Please say no. Bonnie doesn't know what she'll do if he admits to wanting another.

"Not in the way you think," Nik retorts. "And no, I'm not sleeping with her." He pulls his hand away, a thoughtful look on his face. "You should tell your grandmother to be careful."

Bonnie frowns at the sudden change of subject. "What do you mean?"

There is a serious look on his face as he regards her still flushed face with keen interest. "Something is brewing in the Quarter," he informs her. "Not all witches should be trusted."

"The witches will never betray my grandmother," Bonnie retorts fiercely. Her grandmother is the queen, no one would ever dare defy her.

"Are you so sure about that, love?"

"What are you insinuating?"

"Nothing," Nik says suddenly. "Just be careful." There is something in his voice, something that lets her know that he is being deadly serious. He truly believes her grandmother is in danger. And a threat to Sheila Bennett is a threat to Bonnie as well.

A bat suddenly appears out of nowhere, hovering near his shoulder and making a strange noise.

Bonnie jumps back startled. The animal's red eyes are creepy and a shiver runs down her spine as she stares at the flying creature that seems to be communicating something to his master.

"Your bodyguard is looking for you," Nik informs her with a scowl. He doesn't have a high opinion of the Salvatore family, Bonnie knows. With a wave of his hand, the bat flies away into the shadow of the trees.

Bonnie can't help but envy him, she still hasn't mastered that trick.

"I have to go to Montana for a few days," Nik hooks an arm around her waist, pulling her body against him. He doesn't tell anyone where he goes or what he does, not even his siblings have that privilege. But he doesn't want her to worry. "Don't get any ideas in that pretty little head of yours if you don't see me for a few days." His hand clamps on the back of her neck and he pulls her mouth into a scorching kiss. His tongue easily slipping past her parted lips.

Bonnie kisses him back with equal passion, her chest tightly pressed against his and her arms hooking around his neck as their tongues swirl together in a deep and sensual kiss. She has to pull away eventually, breathless, lips swollen, and eyes shinning with happiness.

"I'll come to you when I get back," Nik promises before he gives her one last quick kiss.

And then he's gone, disappearing at vampire speed.

A few minutes later, with her heart still thundering inside her chest, Bonnie makes her way back out of the forest and towards her friends. She can't stop smiling like a loon.

This dangerous and exciting game between them is going to get her in trouble but she doesn't care.

"Where the hell have you been?" Damon demands as soon as he spots her coming out of the forest.

Bonnie is like a deer caught in the headlights. Her brain freezing momentarily. "I…I needed to pee," she blurts out the first thing that comes to her mind.

Damon gives her an incredulous look. "And you couldn't go to the restrooms because-"

"There was a long line," Bonnie lies with surprising ease. "I couldn't hold it."

"I don't want to know." Damon makes a face of disgust. "Let's go." It's getting really late and Sheila doesn't like her granddaughters wandering out too late.

Lucy grins when she spots the two of them making their way back towards the group. "There you two are, what took you so long?" she gives them a knowing look and wiggles her eyebrows.

Damon frowns.

Bonnie gives her cousin a strange look. "Let's go, Grams is probably waiting for us."

"Uh-huh," Lucy links their arms together.

The two cousins make their way home in silence, Damon walking next to them. Lucy keeps giving them knowing looks but Bonnie and Damon are completely oblivious to it.

Damon stops suddenly and turns to look over his shoulder feeling a strange sensation, like someone is watching them. There is nothing. Just the different people making their way out of the fair.

Weird, Damon thinks as he catches up to the two witches once more.

From a nearby tree, a small black bat with red eyes follows them home.

From the roof of one of the buildings a vampire follows the three figures with his eyes.

A few feet behind Bonnie and Lucy, a couple discreetly watches them.

Damon Salvatore may be the bodyguard Sheila Bennett assigned to her granddaughter and future successor. But the hybrid king has eyes and ears everywhere and Bonnie Bennett is under his protection.

Whatever happens in the Quarter, there is one absolute truth, no one who values their life would dare to hurt the future queen of the witches.

Anyone who dares will risk the hybrid's wrath.

A/N: So, I wrote this a while back and I finally decided to publish it. I have a bunch of ideas for this universe so please let me know if you will be interested in reading more.