A/N: Hello. So this isn't my fist story but it is my first Bamon story. I've decided to do an AU, AH on this one just because the possibilities are almost endless. Now I am going to keep their personalities up for the most part yet things may seem different and to remind you Bonnie isn't a witch. She isn't always trying to save Elena so she may react differently than how she would on the show. Also meeting Damon was on different circumstances. I am not an author, I am not a professional writer, so if my writing isn't up to par forgive me. Nor do I have a beta. I just like to spill out my imagination in the form of words. Well on with the show. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated, there is always room to improve. Hope you enjoy.

Discalimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 1: Hit and Run.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

A caramel colored arm quickly shot out and slammed itself down on the alarm, quickly silencing the device. Bonnie grumbled as she rolled over on her small twin sized bed. The sunlight that was present at the time of her nap was now slowly receding behind her curtains as the sun began to set. She was still tired nonetheless, even after two hours of rest. Class was getting to her and work was not giving her any grief either.

Bonnie Bennett was the average eighteen year old college student. A college student who attended UCLA and studied film and television. It wasn't her original choice... film. But over the years of being oddly obsessed with photography she became instilled in the filming process. Possibly because it was so intricate to photography. While photography captured stilled images, film captured endless images that were just ongoing. Needless to say she became enthralled in filming, movies, and the process behind the camera itself.

The alarm read 7:01 p.m and by the music coming from across the hall she knew at least some one was home. Living with four others had it perks, and it also had it faults. Bonnie reluctantly deserted her bed and tossed the covers back. Rarely did she make her bed properly but to her throwing back the sheets were just as good. Her eyes scanned her room before she snatched her towel off her desk chair and headed off to the bathroom for a hot shower.

Downstairs.

The front door opened and two teenagers sauntered in. Caroline slammed the door behind them. "Geez, Care do you always have to slam the door?" Elena asked, half annoyed with Caroline from earlier.

The blond rolled her eyes heavenward. "Oh, C'mon. Just get over it. I said I was sorry."

"Yeah, I know. It's just Matt and I wer-" Elena started but was quickly cut off.

"Elena, you and him are over. Besides you're with that new transfer student...what was his name" Caroline scratched at her head. "Steven?"

"Stefan" The brunette corrected, and then taking the time to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "And you're right, but you could have at least given me a heads up." Elena quickly walked away, leaving Caroline to ponder in her thoughts.

Upstairs.

Bonnie rinsed the remaining soap from her shoulders before she flipped the knobs. When the water stopped, the music from earlier became more prominent. Dammit Tyler. There was no doubt that Tyler was behind the loud screamo music.

As soon as she opened the bathroom door the loud incoherent music became a bit more clearer.

Just as Bonnie stepped out of the hot muggy bathroom her best friend and roommate Elena Gilbert came into view. And judging by the look on her face, something was up.

"Hey Bon!" She had to resort to shouting over the loud blaring music.

I smiled softly before looking over to Tyler's door which plastered a 'Turn Back Now' warning sign. It was a good thing too because his room was literally a war zone. Bonnie had only been in it twice and both times she nearly got lost. He was lucky to have gotten the master bedroom, well he was paying extra but it wasnt like it was any trouble. His family was very wealthy. The Lockwoods. They owned several major law firms throughout California. And if there was one thing celebs needed, it was a good lawyer. But Bonnie always wondered why he didn't live in the dorms because surely he could afford it. Of course she would never bring it up. Tyler hated talking about his family so out respect everyone minded their own business unless otherwise.

"Hey Lena! You alright?"

Elena feigned a smile and nodded. "Yeah, everything is good. Just got back from the store with Care. Had to pick up cups and stuff for tonight."

Bonnie re-tightened her towel around her frame careful not to moon Elena. Even though she was rarely there for their infamous parties, she usually ended up coming home right when the party was in full swing. Beer cans everywhere, endless people from wall to wall, the lingering smell of cannabis. Yeah, she was use to it.

"Gotcha'..well I gotta' get ready for my shift. I'll see you later tonight." Bonnie didn't wait for a reply before she disappeared into her room.

After throwing on a grey UCLA hoody, a pair of light blue jean shorts and tying her hair up in a messy bun Bonnie grabbed her work bag and keys from the nightstand. The clock then read 7:45 p.m "Shit!" She muttered, now hastily exiting her room.

Bonnie took the stairs two at time. For a split second she noticed a few of their close friends were already there. Rebekah was sitting next to a stoned Kol. Vicky was laughing at whatever Finn had said and Ben threw back a brew as he tried flirting with Caroline.

Everybody made quick to acknowledge her even though she was in a hurry. "Bonnie!"

"Bon."

Rebekah perked up as well. "BB, you're leaving?" She asked in her thick English aaccent.

"Hey guys, Sorry but I got a late shift. Don't party to hard without me." She called out before shooting out towards the front door, yanking the door open and bumped into Trevor, her other roommate.

"Sorry" She said quietly.

He smiled and shook his head. "It's all good...late shift?" Trevor noticed she had her work bag and seemed to be in a rush.

Bonnie sighed out, already whirling around him. "Yeah, I'll see you later" By that time she was already getting into her silver Prius and backing out of the driveway. Trevor watched and he also let out a deep breath. This was definitely not the way he had planned that talk.

8:13 p.m

"Late again" Andie Star complained as Bonnie set her bag in her locker. She had worked at Larry's Restaurant/Bar for two months now and out of those almost 60 days she had been late about eight or so times.

"I'm sorry, classes are just kicking my butt right now. I'll do better, I promise." Bonnie quickly attempted to defend her tardiness though it was the same every time. Class, alarm didn't go off, the car broke down.

Andie put up a hand as to silence her. "Look Bonnie, you're not the only college student working here. But you are the only college student working here that doesn't seem to show up on time. I've been cutting you some slack. But I can't keep this up. Pretty soon other workers are going to think it's okay to just show up late and expect me to just let it slide." Andie sighed loudly before placing an arm around Bonnie's shoulder. "I know school is tough, and between trying to make ends meet I'm giving you another chance, don't let me down alright?"

Bonnie smiled softly, probably because she knew she was Andie's favorite. But what Andie said was true, she couldn't just let Bonnie continue to be late. "I won't let you down..and thanks Andie, I really appreciate it."

She nodded and pointed at the door. "Get to work sweetheart."

...

Bonnie stepped out in uniform which consisted off too-short black shorts that paid homage to her well toned toffee colored legs. And a white fitted tank top that displayed the restaurants logo and accentuated her lean torso and a pair of black chucks. Her name tag was pined right above her left breast, and a friendly smile was placed on her lips as she started her shift.

...

Two Hours Later.

Larry's had picked up from when she first came in. Tonight was game night and all the sports fan came in to support their favorites. The large flat screen TV's one each side of the bar had just showed a basketball player fouling out which caused a huge uproar from the crowed. Bonnie smiled and shook her head as she placed the basket of hot wings on the table.

"Hot wings, booze, and hot chicks. What could be better." The man or should she say sleaze ball raised his corona to Bonnie at the mention of hot chicks. His friends grinned like a bunch of idiots. In other circumstances she would have scoffed and walked off but instead she smirked.

"Enjoy your food gentlemen." And with that Bonnie headed off in the opposite direction, effectively earning her a cat whistle.

The place was so busy that she noticed a lone customer in the corner didn't have a menu nor drink which meant he had not been greeted. Hopefully he hadn't already lost his cool. She took steady steps over to him. He was sat facing away from her so she couldn't see the scowl that was sure to be on his face. His dark obsidian hair looked a bit disheveled, and a pale finger traced along the edge of the table.

"Sorry for the wait Sir. We're pretty busy... Can I start you off with a drink?" Her tone was light, full of energy. Bonnie placed the menu in front of him and pulled out her notepad.

A minute had gone by and the man hadn't even lifted his head nor acknowledged her. The smile on Bonnie's lips slowly curved downward. "Sir."

Finally he glanced up and Bonnie nearly swallowed her own tongue. He was... was gorgeous. Perfect to be exact. From his pale alabaster like skin, to his cerulean colored orbs. It took her a moment to realize she was staring and apparently so was he.

"Uhm, you- your drink? What will you have?" Bonnie tried her best to not sound nor look fazed by him but with him staring at her she found it difficult. In fact, the intensity of his piercing gaze was making her a bit uncomfortable, causing her to look down at the table.

"Is their a reason you're not looking a me? Or is this just a place that disregards it's customers?" His voice came out smooth yet hard, though the expression on his face was unreadable. "I was waiting for over twenty minutes, the least you can do is look me in the eye."

Bonnie felt a feeling of guilt wash over her and quickly let her green hues find his overpowering icy stare. "I'm sorry." She said. And their staring competition ensued. It was difficult keeping her gaze on his because truthfully he intimidated her. And never had she felt that way when looking at a person. Bonnie could feel her eyes almost fall but she fought through whatever it was he was doing.

The man continued to stare at her, gauging her almost and when he felt he had her figured out he looked away, breaking their eye bond and ending her terror. "Bourbon, make it a double."

"Okay, and for your meal?" She asked, pen readied to scribble down his order.

"That's all. I seemed to have lost my appetite during the wait." A lopsided grin found its way on his lips. "Bon-nie." He made sure to drag out each syllable in her name, although there were only two.

She glanced at his face and noticed he was staring at her chest, well probably her name tag. Bonnie placed her notepad back in her pocket and nodded. "Coming right up Sir."

Just as she started walking away he called out to her. She spun around on her heels and looked back.

"Don't call me Sir, My name is Damon"

Bonnie could see his jaw clench, which indicated how annoyed he was. "Right, Damon. Coming right up." She tried to sound cheery but all was lost and it only sounded like a chore. He definitely looked like a Damon.

...

Bonnie headed back to his table, a double sized shot glass full of dark brown liquor sloshing from side to side sat on her round circular tray. Carefully she placed his drink in front of him. "There you are Dem- Damon." She was this close to calling him a Demon, it was befitting.

Damon quickly grabbed his drink and gulped the whole thing down as if he was drinking a glass of water. Bonnie blinked her eyes a couple of times, taken back at how he downed the shot.

"Anything else I can get for you?"

He glanced down at his empty glass and then around the restaurant. The game had just ended, people were heading out while others finished the last of their drinks. 'Yeah, get down on your hands and knees and -' "Nope" Damon abruptly stood and tossed a twenty on the table. "Keep the change, Bonnie" He moved passed her, the material of his leather jacket brushing her bare arm, allowing the scent of his cologne to fill her nostrils.

Bonnie watched him leave the establishment and then back down to the twenty laying on the table. Had he given her the chance she would have told him that her manager Andie wanted his food and drink to be on the house for the long wait. "Oh well." She sighed before tucking the twenty in her back pocket.

...

It was the end of her shift, she was about fifty bucks richer. The cool air felt good against her legs, and her arms were left hidden under her hoody. Most waitresses kept their work clothes on, but not Bonnie. When she was done with work, she wanted to be done. The moon casted an odd shadow over the nearly empty parking lot. Her bag slung to her arm tightly as she made her way towards her vehicle. Though something caught her attention. A black BMW M6 Gran Coupe. As she got closer she noticed someone was sitting in the driver seat, head perched back and pale hands on the steering wheel. Bonnie stopped for a moment as continued to look at the driver.

"Damon." She knew he wouldn't hear her because his windows were rolled up yet his head shot up. It scared the hell out of her once he looked in her wake. Weird. She thought. And he stared at her with a somber expression on his features. Slowly she took a step back and quickly headed to her vehicle.

Damon sat in his car, watching as the waitress made it to hers before he looked at the rearview mirror. He sat for almost an hour, needing to clear his head from the alcohol. Previously he was stationed at another bar but after his sixth double the bartender refused to serve him any more...much to his dismay. But he wasn't done. He just needed one more and he'd call in for the night. And since Larry's was the closest and they served alcohol he decided to drop by.

He started up his vehicle. Of course he could drive, right? Yeah, it's not like I'm shit faced. That's what he told himself. Damon let out a laugh, who's he kidding. The car was placed in reverse and as soon as he back out his car collided in to something causing him to slam on the brakes.

It seemed as if minutes had passed of him just gripping the steering wheel and staring into outer space. 'What the fuck just happened.'

"Ugh, you've gotta' be kidding me!"

Damon quickly came too as he heard a woman yelling and peered out back. Yep, just as he suspected a little fender bender. A little charm and his good looks, he'd be out of this in a jiffy unless it was a man with a feminine voice. He exited his car and walked over to where the damage was. Fuck! That fucking waitress! The smirk he plastered over his face quickly reduced to a rough frown. It was then he saw the damage, which was much worse than a little fender bender. His tail light was out, the silver of her Prius was now prominent on his, a large dent was present. Bonnie couldn't belive this, so long for a nice night. Her car received the shorter end of the stick, the black paint scraped across the bent in grooves, and a broken head light. "Well this is perfect." She said sarcastically now eyeing Damon, earning an eye roll from him.

"Don't look at me like this is my fault" He sneered, his eyes looking crazier than ever.

Even though his face scared Bonnie she swallowed her fear lifted her head defiantly. "Well it sure as hell isn't mine." After taking a deep breath she threw her hands up. "Okay, I have insurance and judging by your car you do to so why don't we just make up some story and go our separate ways. I'm really tired and I don't wanna deal with this shit tonight." She wet her lips as she awaited his reply.

Damon pursed his lips together and looked down at her UCLA hoody. Oh how he loved college girls. "Well you naughty girl, y'know that's a crime don't you?" He asked, half amused by her notion.

Bonnie looked away and shook her head. "Fine." She said, sternly.

Her legs guided over to her car and she bent down to retrieve her bag. After opening it, it shifted down and the contents spilled out, some of her items landing inside and out of the car. "Uh, fuck me!"

Damon peered over the other side just catching her outburst. 'That can be arranged.' A few seconds later she came over with a piece of paper and handed it out to him.

"What's this?"

"My name, number and license plates. And you already know where I work, unless you wanna' get the police involved." Bonnie answered, her arm still perched forward.

"No need, I've decided all I want to do is get home and get some sleep. Hit and run?" He asked, smirking at his own figure of speech. It was funny to him because unlike original hit and runs where one car flees the scene they both were. He also figured it wouldn't be the best ideal to get the cops involved especially after he'd been drinking. They'd blame everything on him!

Bonnie smiled for the first time since she served him earlier. "Thanks, this is the last thing I needed." She lowered the paper and crumpled it in her hand. "Well, have a good night." Her words felt awkward but she had nothing else to say.

"Yeah, you too." He added skeptically, a pale came up and scratched at his messy hair. Silently Damon watched as Bonnie pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. Icy blue orbs turned back to where he saw broken shards of glass and something else. Taking a few steps closer, he kneeled down and picked up the red wallet. Naturally he opened it, his eyes grazing over the I.D located through the plastic.

Bonnie Bennett

4445 Verde Dr.

Los Angeles, CA

"So long for a hit and run." He muttered before pocketing the wallet and making his way to his BMW.

Bonnie kept her gazed fixated on the road. Tonight was just not her night and it seemed like somebody had it out for her because every way she turned something crazy was being thrown at her. Not to mention she had to park three houses down, her spot was taken and there were no available spots near the house. Sometimes she just felt like giving up and moving back to Virgina with her father but she knew that would never happen. He and his new wife Isobel Flemming had started a new family that didn't consist of her. Her mother left when Bonnie was three, so that wasn't an option. And her Grams had been put in the nursing home by her own son, and the help of his new wife. This was her life now, to bad it was about to get a hell of a lot crazier.