This is my first TVD story, I hope I am accurate. ^^

And I live in Virginia, so I'm pretty stoked~

The check-light reading 13 blurred out of focus, as a young girl yawned, blinking the sleepy tears away from her eyes. She squinted again, looking at the digital clock on the register that read 11:56.

Really? She could-no should be in bed right now, watching television or hanging out with Elena and Caroline. Studying for that Active Physics quiz she had on Tuesday, or studying the Grimmore for that matter. But alas, she was stuck here, the Mystic Falls Convenience Store.

No one was even there! She had been standing idly for the past hour and a half. Not that she minded though, getting paid for practically nothing, she would just have preferred sitting. The balls on her feet felt like jagged granite on her skin. She just needed something to do, because her supervisor was nowhere to be found, and she needed to look like she was doing something before he decided to show up again.

Damon sat at home on his brown leather chair for once, completely idle. Stefan had taken Elena out to the Grill, and he was getting damn sick of going there. He sighed, what was he to do on this lone Sunday night?

Drumming his pale fingers on the wooden arm, he rose from his seat. Walking towards a cabinet, he pulled out a bottle of Everclear. He couldn't find it anywhere around Mystic Falls, even though it was legal in Virginia, but that was fine; he had saved the potentially poisonous liquor from over the decades. Reaching for his Morphine, he grasped empty air. 'What the fuck?' he thought. Who had taken it? He didn't recall using it, but he couldn't credit that when he was with that darn Everclear.

He couldn't recall if Morphine was an over-the-counter drug or not, he hadn't been out to buy any in years. And with the ever changing policies they put on drugs, he wasn't sure were to go, especially in the middle of the night. He only even needed the combination of the deadly two because it took a lot to get him even tipsy, and he just wanted to drown out his sorrows tonight. Just, forget about all the shit going on in his life.

He glanced over at the old wooden grandfather clock in his study: 12:13.
There had got to be one store open he could check, and if not, he could always get his fill of blood. Because now, he was getting downright irritable.

Bonnie eeped as someone...or something barged into the store, mostly because they had interrupted the quiet she had been using to recite her spells. Then when she realised who it had been, she stifled a groan, "Oh God, why me?" she whispered under her breath.

Damon looked up from his phone he had used to check the time again, and let out a wicked smirk. "Bonnie? Why you indeed."

Of all the people in Mystic Falls he could run into tonight, it had to be little Miss Judgmental.

"What are you doing here? Wait, stupid question," he corrected himself, "Why would anyone hire you?"

Bonnie said nothing, she knew he was trying to get under her skin, and it wouldn't work, not this time.

"If you really needed money, I could always hire you, for your services." he whispered staring down at her with cool steel eyes.

Her smooth brown eyebrow twitched in place, she tried calming the aching pulse in her head. She inhaled.

"What...do you want, Damon?" she said, her teeth gritted together with every word.

He raised a finger in remembrance, "Ah! Yes, I did come here for something, didn't I?" He put his hand down, looking at her again as he spoke, "Where is your Pharmacy?"

Bonnie looked at the clock on her register again, she seemed to do that a lot when time was going by incredibly slowly.

"Its 12:52 Damon. What Pharmacy is open at this time? "She paused giving him an incredulous look."I'd advise you to go to the Hospital, but you're a freak-"

"As are you Bonnie. You are not Human either, so don't count yourself out, Witch." he sniped, his eyes turning dark.

She only glared, having nothing to say back.

His eyes lit back up, "Besides, I read the sign, and this place is open 24 hours~"

"This store may be open 24 hours, but the Pharmacy isn't. So unless you get something from here," her small hand motioning towards the rest of the store, "you honestly have no other business here."

Damon feigned an anguished look. "What if I don't want anything there...and I want.." he paused eyeing her chest as it heaved in impatience, her pouted pink lips as they frowned in irritation, her chocolate skin that seemed to drape about her figure, and those eyes...what could he even begin to say about them?

He inched forward, leaning over the electronic signature pad, his ice cool breath tickling her nose. His hand reached forward to grab her wrist tightly.

She let out a small whimpered at the sudden pain, which only seemed to turn him on.

"What if I want you?"

Silence; only their small breaths were allowed to ease their way into the store.

"Y-You don't..." Bonnie started, but was cut short when Damon tried to capture her lips. Before he could press his bottom lip on her own, a mechanical voice was heard.

'Register cannot read signature, please cancel payment and begin transaction again'

'Register cannot read signature, please cancel payment and begin transaction again'

'Register cannot re-'

Bonnie broke out of her daze and quickly pushed Damon away from her, knocking him into another register.

'Please enter your team member card before beginning any transactions'

"Shoot!" Bonnie whispered. Her supervisor would probably come out to see what all the fuss was about.

Damon chuckled, too cute to swear, huh?

As she was fixing the first register, the second was still going off, but Damon just stood there with a smirk.

"Don't just stand there!" she shot hastily.

"What do you want me to do? I am nothing more than a guest. It's not my fault, so I shouldn't have to help~"

"You just-!" Bonnie started

"Bonnie? What is the matter?" an older more stern male voice asked.

Said cashier stiffened her shoulders, and quickly turned around, her dark drown locks following.

"Nothing sir, I was just ringing up a-"

"I know you are working the late shift, but that doesn't mean you can bring your friends to lessen the time," the older man paused glancing over at Damon, "And your boyfriend is no exception. Make sure he is gone within the minute. You still have an hour left here."

Damon growled, 'Who does the old fucker think he is?'

Bonnie sensed it, and wrapped her bantam fingers around his wide wrist. "Please, just go."

The rest of the night went on without interruption, with the occasional look from her manager. And Bonnie had been surprised Damon had left without much of a growl.

Just as she was clocking out for the morning, her manager came up from behind her.

"Oh, Bonnie. I didn't mean to get angry back there." he said, pushing back his greying hair with a fat hand.

She gave a small smile, "It's alright. I should probably apologise for bringing my...friend" she lied.

He gave a disturbing simper, "I just didn't want that boy touching you, and were I couldn't" he pushed himself off of the counter he was resting on and unbuckled his pants.

"What are you doing?" she asked nervously. She couldn't think of any spell that he wouldn't remember, and then fire her. Racking her brain for one that would render him useless, but have him remember nothing was proving to be difficult.

Plus, her supervisor was a 160 lbs more from her own small frame of 124 lbs.

Looking around, she found a broomstick. 'How ironic for a witch..' She grabbed hold and said, "I don't know what you are planning, but it's been a long night, and I would like to go home."

He grinned, "Why? So you can go back and fuck your little boyfriend?" he laughed," I didn't know you were a fangbanger."

"Fangbanger? I...I..What are you talking about? Sir, have you been drinking?" Bonnie asked incredulously, she honesty couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Oh, you know Bonnie. People that like fucking vampires. After a good slick wet orgasm, they just can't wait for the little fuckers to slide their fangs into 'em." he look her up and down, "Oh god, I bet you like it hard too, don't you? You want 'em to rock you to your core, huh?" he replied huskily.

Bonnie was so shocked by what she had just heard; she couldn't even process a spell. She watched him come towards her, and watched as his meaty sausage fingers draped along her waist, but he suddenly snatches his hands away.

She was burning, her skin was on fire. But she didn't know how she had done it. She couldn't feel any pain though. Perhaps her body went into defensive mode, and used a protect spell in her temporary absence? But she didn't have time to think about it, her supervisor was regaining his senses.

She grabbed him by the neck, and punched him in the face. She didn't know what she was doing, just running on adrenaline.

She should have run, run while she had the chance. But all those things he said to her were so...

She punched and jabbed, scolding his fat rosy cheeks, until they blistered open. He cried out in pain, and fell to the ground. "I...I bet this turns you on, huh Bonnie?" he asked through desperate breaths.

She couldn't take it anymore; she nearly went on him again until a black leather shoe smashed his head in.

"D-Damon?" the witch breathed.

His ice cool eyes seemed to grimace at her and not her supervisor, as he wiped his shoe of the disgusting pervert. He said nothing, but took her upper arm tightly, intending to leading her out the store and around the back. But withdrew his hand in annoyance.

"Don't fucking try that 'Fiery Witchcraft' on me again" he seethed.

The newly labeled 'Fiery' witch gave the vampire a stern look, "What are you talking about? Do you not realise what just happened? You just killed my boss!" she said clenching her bloody fists once more. "Oh wait, you probably don't. Because you are devoid of any human emotion. I was...I was nearly-"

She was cut short as she was pushed up against the break room wall, right next to the time clock she had never punched out of.

Damon's callous hands pinned her wrists against the tacky beige wall, until he was painfully reminded of her hot skin. He quickly grabbed her clothed shoulders that were shielded him from her skin, he frigidly breathed on her livid forehead as he loomed over her like he had done a couple hours ago.
"Go home." he whispered.

Wait, he expected her to just leave after he...or maybe she just killed her boss? Not to mention, she might still be in the middle of a potentially dangerous heating spell. She couldn't feel her skin any longer. But he couldn't tell if it was from the shock of what her boss had actually said, or Damon's presence.

She opened her mouth to retort, but he only repeated his previous demand. ".Bonnie."

She narrowed her eyes at his words, grabbing his hands on her shoulder, she burned him, "I don't take orders! And I'm shocked that you aren't fully understanding what just took place here..." she paused, staring at him with slight worry in her eyes. "Do you even...care that you just killed someone?"

Damon sighed, if she thought she was tired of this, what was he?

"Fucking listen, witch! I understand more than you ever will about killing someone. I'm supposed to protect you! I'm sorry if I don't give a rat's ass about a fucking...sausage of a man!" he growled. "So just go home; I will handle this."

She sighed dejectedly, as she grabbed her belongs and ran out the door

Damon turned around and yelled, "And…fix that thing."