This is a translation from Russian, so if you want to read the original one, the author's name is missis_Northman. All rights reserved ;)

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Perhaps, things might have turned out differently, if only her grandmother was alive. Wise, loving and knowing, it seemed, just everything, she would have surely told her what to do. And even better – would not let her granddaughter be in this kind of situation. She wanted to scream from her own folly and total despair, and her eyes quickly filled with tears. Bonnie grabbed her legs, clutching her knees to her chest, and put her chin on them, looking pensively at a solid-looking door. This door led to freedom. Although, even opening it, the witch wouldn't be able to keep it for long – the one, who introduced himself as Elijah, didn't look like a man giving up on his plans that easily.

"A man!" Bonnie laughed bitterly: if he was, then it would have been so much easier. But this sleek, courteous and well-balanced man was an ancient vampire. It took her one glance to realize that Elijah was a brutal killer, who, despite his very long life, wasn't completely bored with sadistic entertainment. Having seen him in "Mystic grill" and not knowing who he was, Bonnie appreciated his looks. Elijah was beautiful, but his beauty was cold, as if you admire the beautifully sculpted statue. Only his eyes were full of frenzied energy. Bonnie got goose bumps, when the man gave her in passing an interested look. That energy was not the same as, say, Mason Lockwood's – Tyler's very charming uncle. No, Bonnie felt icy cold and froze for a moment, as if some invisible hand squeezed her heart.

Elijah was coming to their table across the room. So full of dignity, there was something about him reminding you of royalty. Bonnie felt how Damon tensed next to her, watching closely every move of the dark-haired man. Caroline and Tyler noticed the stranger's appearance too. They went silent and unclasped their hands, as if the couple had just been caught smoking by the headmaster.

Then Bonnie would have to understand that it is necessary to run aimlessly in the opposite direction from this man, but... The witch hoped that he had not come for her.

"Damon Salvatore," somewhat ironically said the man, ever slightly nodding his head in greeting.

"Elijah," Stefan's brother was nowhere near happy.

Now that was curious: Damon wasn't really anybody's favorite person, but for him to express his dislike for someone, and so badly covered? She even tried to suppress a sense of malice, watching the elder Salvatore follow reluctantly his acquaintance on the street. Still, something like a triumph over the annoying vampire reflected in the eyes of the witch.

It was almost 10 pm and there was no sign of Damon or the mysterious vampire. Not that Bonnie or her friends missed them. Jeremy was teaching Vicki how to play pills. The couple was hilarious, teasing each other and making everybody laugh, so by the time Bonnie put her jacket on and said goodbyes, she completely forgot about Elijah's heavy look and the feeling it gave her.

It was a windy autumn night, her light jacket was blown into a fancy red sail and her hair, before accurately gathered at the nape, escaped the bobby pin captivity. Bonnie hurried to her car and didn't notice an old pickup truck with no headlights rushing right towards her. When someone's strong hands pulled her literally from under the hood truck, Bonnie didn't even have time to really get scared. Funk came after – when she saw her savior. Elijah the Imperturbable, leaning against her car, was looking straight into her eyes. The witch's heart stopped for a moment and then went back in accelerated pace.

"Thanks," the witch muttered, getting around the car, feared that any moment this strange character could wring her neck. But to her surprise, Elijah only bowed to her mockingly and disappeared. Bonnie sat in the car, now she was shaking with all the adrenaline in her blood, and panicked once she replayed it in her head: a vampire was standing so close to her on a deserted street. She wanted to be in the comfort of her house, as soon as possible, and started the engine.

But, unfortunately, even her home's walls didn't bring peace to the dismay of her thoughts. She made herself a cup of calming herbal tea and went to the living room. Sitting on the small couch in her old warm sweater and wool socks, she was randomly changing channels, like she was looking for something. She finally stopped her choice on the "Ghost" and pulled the blanket on, closing her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Bonnie saw herself as a little girl running in front of her grandma. She had a beautiful red scarf around her neck, that with a sudden gust was up in the air, floating and shining in the sun, and then wrapped Bonnie's grandma's face. All at once, everything went black for a moment, the darkness caught fire, and there he was, Elijah, standing behind the old witch. The vampire smiled sardonically.

"You owe me, Bonnie!" The scarf fell from her grandmother's face, making Bonnie cry. Woman's throat was torn, and her dead eyes were looking right through Bonnie.

She woke up, breathing heavily, covered in cold sweat. She sat up, hugging herself, trying to calm down.

"Bonnie, are you all right?" Her father's concerned voice made her shrug the nightmare off.

The sun already came up, and she felt a little relieved.

"Just a bad dream," Bonnie smiled at him. "Leaving already?"

It was the second Saturday of October, which meant he would leave again – another business trip to South Carolina. She got used not to miss him, not that they were close with this always busy man anyway, but today, for the first time in a long while, she wanted him to stay.

"Yeah, got some stuff to deal with in the main branch," he answered dryly. It was okay for him to leave his teenage daughter all by herself for a couple of weeks. "I'll be back in three weeks max, you know how important it is, right?"

Bonnie knew. Truth be told, she has long suspected that her father was simply running. First he ran from her grandma and now from her. From their witch essence. But could she blame him for it? Did Caroline's mother accept her new nature? So her father still couldn't take all the devilry going on in his only child's life.

Bonnie came, yawning, into the kitchen, but stopped in shock at the threshold. Barely managing to hold back a scream ready to break away from her throat, she looked at Elijah, who was sitting in a chair, pretending to be very interested in Mr. Bennett's company leaflet.

"Did you find anything that you like?"

Elijah looked up and smiled politely. That smile couldn't fool Bonnie – she knew what he was capable of.

"No. Would you mind if I read it at home? I will let you know what I decided to purchase."

Her father was telling something to him, while Bonnie watched the vampire leaving her house. Suddenly she felt weak in the knees, and blood was pounding in her temples: judging by the eloquent look, this vampire already planned to purchase the witch herself.

Soo, how was it? It's my first try and I reeeally hope you guys will like it.

Elijah is such a BAMF, and yet we see so little of him on the show, so here is this fic ;)

Some details: there will be about 50 chapters (although I can't be sure, I'm just a translator) and some other unexpected pairings, except Elijah/Bonnie. Stay tuned!