NOTE: First of all I just want to thank Lucy again from the bottom of my crazy little BAMON heart for making this story possible. She's the one who inspired me to write, and she's also the one who is helping me correct this vision, and help me bring it to life. I hope you crazy Bamon fans love it! I've been working hard on this for all Bamon lovers. Thank you Lucy!

I also DO NOT OWN the Vampire Diaries series. The Vampire Diaries belongs to L.J. Smith.

Chapter 1

It was another St. Founder's day party being held by the Lockwood family; to celebrate one hundred and three years of their founding fathers'. Another un-ordinary night in Mystic Falls. As usual Bonnie stood alone in the beauty of the dusky moonlight staring into the starry skies on the balcony. She was clothed in a ravishing elegant mini scarlet cocktail dress—that satisfactorily complimented her mocha complexion— with her shiny ebony stilettos; her long dark brown wavy tresses pulled back in a stylish loose braid—with roses tucked neatly in the braid— her hair fell passed her full breasts. She wore elegant diamond ear-rings that hung lowly from her ears making her glisten, and shine with each crusade she made. She breathed. It's been three long utter time-consuming years since she last saw everyone, since she last communicated to everyone.

Bonnie sighed on her regretful decision to leave. She left; she couldn't, her soul wouldn't come to agreement— that alone deal with the new Elena, the vampire Elena. When she was told by Stefan Bonnie shut down. She wept emotionally, uncontrollably. Her heart broke— not that it wasn't already broken in the first place— she walked to her Grams grave and cried out screaming, "It's my entire fault, Grams, It's my fault." Tears dripped down Bonnie's flushed cheeks, her eyes pink from crying deplorably hard until there was no tears left, only the heart straining sound of a girl breaking. "I was yet again powerless to safeguard Elena."

Bonnie remembered the heavy rain descending on her from the heavens. She shivered staring lifelessly at her Grams head stone. Everything she went through to keep Elena safe, to keep Elena alive, everything she sacrificed is nothing but absolute vain in it's darkest, and purest form. It enraged Bonnie; it had torn her bit by bit slowly eating at her shattered spirits as it began to settle in. Elena is a vampire now. Elena is dead. So, she left town, left Mystic Falls and drove to North Carolina to live a normal life for once; but the minute Bonnie was beginning to settle down in to her new free life from fangs –blood-lusting-vampire-witchy-twitchy-voodoo-drama-shit— flashbacks would play in her head, haunting her, breaking her past the point of repair. Bonnie became numb.

All she could think of was her old life. Her friends, family— her Grams and how she cautioned her about these dark parts of the world, informing her beloved granddaughter that her power comes from the earth; not from hell. Bonnie ignored Grams, omitted the warning signs, Bonnie knew she'd be rolling in her grave, with disappointment in her eyes because the balance of nature has once again been toyed with— well, no shit— go figure! It's nothing new.

She hadn't returned until yesterday when she got an urgent call from Stefan. His voice full of worry, his breath heavy, begging Bonnie to come back to Mystic Falls— Bonnie wasn't imprudent, she wasn't fucking stupid to know where this thing was going. She knew sooner or later that Elena's death would come, be it in life or in death as a vampire, the spirits were furious; not only with Bonnie, but with the upturning events she'd had with vampires, and the fact that she continued to aid them. Bonnie went mute she was only jumping to conclusions like she always did when it came to bad news. Bonnie remembered. Bonnie held a crystal glass full of tasty strawberry wine, but never took a sip, not a single drink. So much has happened without Elena, Stefan, Damon, and her friends. She's changed so much that she doesn't even know who she is anymore.

Her lips trembled when she was interrupted from her deep thoughts; she heard a husky voice, a man's voice. A sexy one at that, but it was so hushed that she couldn't put her figure on who the man could be. Bonnie leaned on the railing of the balcony.

"Hello judgey," never mind. She knew exactly who this arrogant man was. She glanced slightly over her shoulder to what seemed to be a rather jovial Damon; soon realizing she was only staring into his bright icy gaze, and not viewing his face. His expression had— pissed as hell— all over it. There was no doubt about that.

"Long time no talk," Bonnie mumbled under her breath in annoyance rolling her eyes. "Damon," she says his name softly with a small secret smile.

"Yeah, we can do the catching up later, Bonnie. We need to have a little talk first." Damon said in an irritated tone, and Bonnie didn't need to see his face to know that his eyes would be staring angrily at her just like they did whenever they would argue or disagree about what was the right or wrong way to protect Miss Gilbert in the past. The solitary reason that made them the best damn team was they both had one thing in common. They loved Elena, and wanted to protect her from anything dangerous— though half of the time it usually ended up being herself, because her stupidity would get in her way when it came to her passionate love for Stefan. That's one thing that perhaps won't ever change.

"But isn't that catching up?" Bonnie's lips scratched into a bright leer, "a little talk?"

"You throw a hissy fit over Elena becoming a vampire, and then you disappearing…becoming M.I.A for three damn years unexpectedly. That made me somewhat... uneasy inside," he said glaring at the witch's bare back.

"You left me all alone," he added, sarcastically. Damon began to wonder if it really was Bonnie. Bonnie never wore such revealing clothing. Never. Not once. She made sure she was always covered. Probably because she didn't want to be seduced by him. Her lineage would surely die a second death with just the thought of Bonnie and Damon together— Oh, god forbid!

"Great it's you." Bonnie faked enthusiasm. It was obvious by her tone that she wasn't too exhilarated to see him—the man, no, the vampire that not only turned her mother into the monster she is now, but the very vampire that was incapable of protecting Elena in the first place. The very vampire that killed for a thrill, the very vampire that swayed sweet Elena— not that she was always sweet to begin with— more so spoiled, but still. Bonnie thought that Damon was head of heels for Elena. He was always like a puppy running after Elena if she ever called for him there was no doubt that he wouldn't run after her.

"Yes," Damon stated, "It's me; the one and only."

"I see that you're ego hasn't changed a bit," Bonnie heaved a heavy sigh; and then gracefully spun around to face Damon, who was clothed in a black tuxedo, and a deep crimson tie. She stood proudly propping her hand on her hip. Staring intensely at the handsome but monstrous man in front of her. She seemed to be hexed.

Her appearance had changed he noted, not the same innocent Bonnie, not the same caged little bird that he last saw. Damon's icy blue eyes gawked at the woman in front of him with mocha skin. He was sure, if it were possible, her image would be enough to make his marble flesh blush, the thought made him smirk. He liked the tingling sensation the new Bonnie gave him, but interrogated it.

"I see that you learned how to appease a man's eye whilst you were gone," Damon said pacing towards her. "What else did you learn while you were away?" Damon hinted— sex. As always. Why wouldn't he? This is Damon. This is probably the one thing that's always one his mind besides Elena, and blood.

"Don't tell me that you've learned to let loose witchy?" He winked at her flirtatiously. "Did someone finally take your virginity?"

"Oh my god, Damon, whatever," she rolled her eyes again while her full plumbed lips pouted in aggravation at the sight of just seeing him. That fact that she saw him first, and not the new blood thirsty possibly dead best friend Elena, or Stefan, or Caroline, or Matt, damn why not even Jeremy?! —Why the fuck did it have to be Damon Salvatore, of all people, of all vampires? Shit why not even Dracula, or Nosferatu? Their vampires! And they're not Damon Salvatore.

"Just the person I wanted to see." She lied batting her long lashes. She held her crystal wine glass as if she were making a low toast while her other arm rested on her hip. Damon eye's traced every single inch of Bonnie's womanly curves. Only in his mind could he strip her of that dress. Completely and utterly flabbergasted, Damon pictures Bonnie dressed in majesty.

Her long dark brown wavy locks flow freely over her naked shoulders, her fully round breasts being covered by her long tresses, the image was frisky, teasing, and shockingly sensually seductive. And it was haunting Damon's mind. Almost driving him to the point of losing his sanity, Damon was hypnotized by this little bird— no, the radiating woman, that's right— woman. Bonnie had grown up, and her body flaunts it well. This angel in front of him, this woman, this witch who used to be innocent and naive had seemed to get in touch with her sexuality somewhere down the road when she was away; and oh, how Damon loves it! He could literally eat her up.

Damon's smirk disappeared as his eyes froze on her full breasts, they certainly appeared to have developed, her scarlet dress tightly hugged Bonnie showing off her hour glass figure he continued to strip Bonnie of her clothes with his eyes. Repeatedly tracing over every new visible feminine curve of hers, and her green eyes, Damon smiled devilish at this new thought.

Though it was astonishing the way he was thinking of Bonnie he couldn't help himself. He's a man; she's a very attractive woman, not that she wasn't before— she just veiled herself in secrecy beneath her clothes, never daring to display a single inch of her beautiful tropical complexion; and now. Oh, hot damn! He'd always felt a strange pull towards her, some complicated attraction that he knew would possibly be the death of him, and of course Damon is most certainly a gambling man and so he wants to get close enough to feel her, without getting burned. Strangely he wants to touch Bonnie and see if he could punish her for her "bad behaviour," for leaving him for three god damn years without say a fucking word. Not that he cares— of course. He loves Elena.

Damon envisioned him holding Bonnie, kissing that noticeable slim neck of hers, seeing how much he could make this woman moan; and how loud would she let herself get. He wonders if her eyes would be lidded with lust or would they be wide with anticipation as she watches Damon hovering over her naked body. His stomach twists in a pleasurable knot at the thought of how mocha and marble skin would collide to make beautiful art that only the two of them could create. Damon would fuck Bonnie hard until her legs were weak, until she was shaking in his strong arms screaming his name for more, until her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Until her nails would dig into his back. He would rock her world so hard until she fell asleep. But before Bonnie's pretty green eyes would shut, he would make sure she would feel all the pain and pleasure in the world— his pain and pleasure that is.

Damon would go between Bonnie's legs and taste her, tenderly licking her sweet juices, sucking on her clit; and rub her sex. Showing her how a real woman should feel, and how a real woman should be touched by a real man. He would tease Bonnie with the head of his penis gently pressing his hard erection against the soft lips of her vagina, making her moan, making her sigh his name like a sanctified prayer. Making her beg and scream before he gave her what she desired. Then he saw that her hands would be clawing the silk pillow behind her, and in her moment of weakness, he would thrust his penis inside of her vagina, wickedly, roughly, and hard; like a savage animal. Bonnie's back would arch, and her arms and legs would go limb. He would make sure that they were both covered in each other's hot sweat.

He wanted to know what it would feel like to touch her for the first time, before any other man. He would thrust himself inside of her; there movements would synchronize. In his mind Bonnie would struggle sway her body upward wrapping her slender legs around Damon's waist making him go deeper, and he would go deep feeling all of her, seeing all of her beauty in its rarest of forms. Her true beauty, her naked—the thought of him going inside of her, feeling how tight she was it was just so damn erotic. It made Damon hungry—it made him hard. The hard impressive length of his erection pressed against his dress pants made him groan lowly.

Now that he's prominently approved of Bonnie's body; the mere thought of it anyway, he realized he'd missed so many opportunities. But this time, Damon promised himself, Bonnie would be his— for sex of course. Because he loves Elena. Only for one night, and for that one night only he would tie her up, and discipline her all night long with his body, making her submit to only him. With his words, and eyes too— damn it! He would undeniably compel her if it came to that, and he plans to. This would defiantly be her punishment for leaving.

Bonnie will become Damon's play toy, he had a strategy. He knew that it would have to take some time before everything would fall into place especially if this new Bonnie is anything like the old Bonnie. He would have to wait, and be a very good boy about it. Patience is what he needed, but that very characteristic, patience, is not what Damon had a lot of. Not even with Elena. Matter of fact he had very little patience. He wanted her now. He desired her so much that he was finding it difficult to compose logical sentences, and he was sure if he attempted to talk her into this bed this very second he'd sound more like a desperate needy teenage boy, than the passionate lover he knew he was more than capable of being. He listened to her blood that was being pumped through her veins, and the sound of her heart. It was a symphony of lust, alluring him.

Damon shook his head his abdomen felt like it was turning, and his body down south was still hard and still not responding to the thoughts of ice cold water being poured down his back—this head had a mind of its own. He put his hands in his pockets trying to hide the situation. He hoped the more he tried to ignore Bonnie the hardness of his anatomy from down south would be easier to control, and the less aroused he would be; but Damon is only lying to himself. Once his mind is focused on something there's no going back, no matter how inappropriate the setting.

"What's wrong with you?" Bonnie asked strutting, her hips swaying from side to side with each step. She stood in front of Damon gazing in his eyes.

"Don't tell me you actually really missed me. Please," Bonnie giggled.

"Don't lie." She darted her green eyes at Damon odiously.

"No, but Elena did."

"Elena's dead, Stefan said so," Bonnie stated questioning Damon, "right?"

"It depends what you mean by dead, little bird, like no longer human dead, or no longer living as a vampire dead?"

"What happened?" Bonnie rolled her eyes, "Stefan called me yesterday saying that Elena—"

"Well, first off Stefan lied to you."

"He wouldn't lie to me."

"I'm sure he would witchy," Damon leaned in to Bonnie whispering to her. "I'm pretty sure he would, I'm his brother." Irritated Damon stated.

"Give me one good reason why Stefan would call me, and tell me that Elena—"

Damon interrupted her again.

"Needed you," Bonnie's eyes stared intensely at Damon as he took his hand out of his pockets and snatched her liquor from her.

"You're unbelievable," Bonnie exhales noisily.

"Thank you." Damon smiled for ear to ear at Bonnie. "Thank you for noticing."

Damon didn't know how much more of Bonnie he could take. Bonnie's sent was just a beautiful as her matured body—Roses and that sweet faint smell of honey. Bonnie crossed her arms giggling. Her eyes glanced down south at Damon. She'd noticed. She covered her mouth in embarrassment and in flirtation.

"What?" Damon pressed the crystal glass to his lips.

"I didn't realize I had that sort of effect on you Damon," Bonnie's full lips smirked she was so smug.
"Don't flatter yourself Bennett, it's your body, not you."

"Sure it is, when you can move comfortably, Damon." Bonnie patted his firm chest. "I'll be waiting." She said deliberately in a seductive voice teasing him.

Damon was astonished, taken back for a minute.

Fuck! He thought making his marble skin fluster as her small hand reached to pat his cheek rubbing her thumb on his chin.

"Get a load of that I didn't even have to use powers to take you down."
"Is that a hint?" he narrowed his brows suggestively as his fantasies replayed in his head again torturing him.

"I mean we can get out of here, what do you say Bon-Bon?" adding a flirty little smile her way making her skin crawl with tension— hidden sexual tension?—new hidden emotions that Damon has yet to discover about her. Bonnie felt her heart racing, and her blood rush to her cheeks.

What the hell? This is Damon why am I so worked up? She thought glancing away from his line of vision. Bonnie breathed. Damon continued to hold his smile.

"Well, I'm waiting Bon-Bon." He gently grabbed her hand, but Bonnie was quick to pull it away.

"I say thanks for the offer, but no. I'm sure sticking pins in my eyes would be much more of a pleasure" she smirked before adding "and perhaps more time consuming?" It was clear Bonnie was making an attempt to lighten this confusing and strange situation the pair had worked themselves into.

Bonnie's perplexed emerald gems stared into Damon's eyes which almost seemed to be the door to his heart with the way he gazed down at her. Bonnie quickly walked back into the banquet hall under the dim glowing decorations where her skin shined. Damon just watched the goddess walk away not saying a single word, but his expression said everything. Damon listened to her heartbeat race as she walked away.

He could still hear her ever so alluring symphony pounding against her chest calling out to him. Once Bonnie was nowhere in sight he smiled devilishly licking his lips. He knew that there's an unknown universe that has yet to be discovered. That left his marble skin burning. It was lust- pure, fiery, mind consuming lust, teemed with anger; and a dark desire for…Bonnie's body. Even if part of himself was denying it. His desire was blurred into one urge— Hunger.

"Let the games begin, Bonnie, let the games begin." He said tilting the crystal wine glass to his lips.

I have to apologize to all my BAMON lovers who has been following my story constantly as well as the new viewers, but I will not be adding on to this story anymore, I am; however, going to edit the chapters that had been deleted (though I am debating on it). Since, I am more mature and not in high school anymore. I think I can take a much better approach on this story and write it better. Though, I don't know when they'll be up since I'm super busy with job hunting and college. So, for now think of this as a one-shot between Damon and Bonnie. And tell me your ending. I love you all so very much and thank you for understanding and supporting.

Much love always,

~RobinDeanna