Hey guys! Here's the first installment of my apology to all my lovely Adverse Effect readers. No one requested this story but it came to me randomly and I couldn't stop myself from writing it so... here it is! Actually I've only gotten one prompt so far (which I will be working on soon Sky Samuelle, I promise!), so don't be shy guys. If there's something you'd like me to write about just give me the prompt and I will. This is my gift to you. In Other News - no update for AE this week, but I should have something for next Sunday!
I'm actually a little nervous about this story, 'cause it's my first time writing Vampire Damon. Hopefully he's not OOC, and hopefully you guys enjoy this as much as I did writing it!
OH! Final note! - Anyone else in LOVE with Damon's room? Especially his bed... I could live in that thing. It was beautiful... okay now, on with the story!
"Honestly, I don't see what the big deal was." Bonnie exclaimed, tossing her bag and jacket onto his King sized bed as she stormed across the sparse room.
He was in front of her, teeth bared in a snarl, before she could blink. "He was all over you! And you just sat there, laughing! Laughing and tossing your hair around."
"When did I toss my hair around?" She asked, momentarily distracted by his imagined scenario. "And anyways, he was funny. What was I supposed to do? Not laugh because I have a boyfriend?"
"You had no right -"
"I had no right? HE had no right! I had every right!"
"You don't own me Damon! Get over yourself!"
Game face on, he lunged for her but she managed to bring her arm up and fling him against the opposing wall before he made contact. Heart beating a mile a minute, she could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she kept him pinned against the wall. "What the hell was that?"
His voice was velvet and sex as it reached her ears, as if he hadn't just tried to attack her. "Oh Bonnie, what's a little love bite between us?"
"Love bite? Is that what you call attacking someone like a rabid animal?" She accused. He shrugged as best as he could while being pinned down by an invisible force, his features easing back to normal. "You were trying to mark me. You're ridiculous."
"Am I? Really? And what if I started flirting with the next woman who hits on me? Hmm? Then we'd see who's ridiculous."
"Are you kidding me?" She exclaimed, finally releasing him from her hold so she could toss her hands up exasperation. "You flirt with other women all the time! But unlike you, I'm secure in our relationship. For some godforsaken reason, I seem to trust you. Obviously, you don't feel the same way."
"I trust you!"
She stared him down for a long moment, disbelieving until he reaffirmed "I do! It's the guys I don't trust. If I didn't let him know you were with me, he would have started feeling you up. I could see it in his eyes."
"I can take care of myself."
"I know you can, but that doesn't make it easier to watch. So sorry for scaring off you little boy toy, but it was either that or rip his throat out. Either way, I come out looking like the bad guy..." He turned to face the ornate wood panelling of his four post bed, muttering darkly to himself, "I should have just ripped his throat out."
"How would you feel if I went around growling mine at every girl that looked at you sideways?"
His eyebrows shot skyward, a lecherous smirk crawling across his features. "Oh please, by all means, do." That was a sight he would love to see.
She scoffed, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. "I'd rather not have sore throat thanks... The point I'm making is that I'm quite aware of the fact that I don't want to be with anyone else but you, and I know that you're a one-woman man when you're serious about someone and that you're serious about me. What does it matter if the rest of the world doesn't know we're together, as long as we do?"
"Maybe if the rest of the world knew, guys would stop hitting on you all the time."
"Guys don't hit on me that often."
"Often enough!" He exclaimed, turning to face her.
"What do you want me to do? Go around wearing an 'I'm-with-Damon' sign taped to my forehead? God, it's not like we're married!"
"Well maybe we should be!"
They both froze, a tension filling the silence between them as they eyed in each other in mild shock. Bonnie scoffed, shaking her head as if to dismiss the thought.
"Don't be ridiculous."
"What's so ridiculous about you marrying me?" He questioned, offence colouring his voice.
"Nothing." She breathed gently, in a half-hearted attempt to pacify him.
That made her pause. Her eyes snapped to his unflinching gaze and slowly her jaw slackened as realization hit.
"Oh my God, you're serious."
"Of course I'm serious. Why would you think I wasn't serious?"
"Because you don't just throw things like that out!" He lifted an eyebrow at her, conveying a silent message and she sighed tiredly before correcting herself. "Normal people don't just throw things like that out."
He rolled his eyes, scoffing, "Normalcy is highly overrated."
"Are you gonna marry me or not?"
She narrowed her eyes at him in concentration briefly, waiting for the satisfying smack that could be heard when the book she sent flying at him finally collided with his head. "Ow! What the hell?"
"No I will not marry you!"
"Why the hell not?"
"Would you like a list? Should I alphabetize it?"
One corner of his lips pulled into a smirk, his face a mask of perfect sarcasm that screamed 'not funny' as he said, "Funny. But one good reason will do."
"Because, Damon," She began as if speaking to a small child, "ownership is not a good foundation for marriage."
"Then what is?"
"LOVE, Damon! Love!"
"Well we have that."
"Apparently we have that too!"
"We're communicating right now, aren't we?"
"Are you seriously trying to convince me? You're insane!"
He narrowed his eyes accusingly at her, "You knew that before we even started dating, so you can't hold that against me."
He appeared in front of her suddenly, eyes boring into hers in that ultra-intense way he had that she secretly loved. "You know what I think, Bonnie Bennett? The real reason you refuse to marry me is because I didn't propose the way you want me to."
Her cheeks darkened slightly as she glared daggers at him. "No. I refused because marrying you would imply some sort of future for us and we both know there's no future for this." She gestured between them to emphasize her point.
A tension filled the tight space between them, thick enough to choke on.
"There is if I snap your neck."
Damon couldn't help the satisfaction he felt at hearing her sudden intake of breath and he smirked unabashedly as she blushed even darker. They had been exchanging blood quite regularly for a while now. At first Bonnie had felt like a hypocrite, but it was often hard to keep track of her actions in the... heat of the moment, and blood and sex just seemed to go together so naturally for Damon that eventually she stopped questioning herself. Suffice to say, she pretty much always had enough vampire blood in her that if she were to, at any moment, collapse dead without warning she'd more than likely wake up a vampire.
Damon would never tell her this, but that was half the reason he made sure each time they were together he gave her some of his blood. That, and it was sexy as hell having her drink from him.
Her jaw closed with an audible snap as she ground out, "You wouldn't dare."
He shrugged nonchalantly as if they were speaking about the weather. "Can't say I haven't thought about it..." Almost even did it too, once or twice. He wasn't going to tell her that though; he liked being a living dead person.
"I would set your ass on fire so fast –"
"Yeah, yeah," He waved off her threats, his eyes widening slightly in that crazy way they did. "It would be worth it."
She gave a long suffering sigh, her shoulders drooping tiredly. "We've been over this Damon. I can't promise you forever."
"Well then, for fuck sake, Bonnie, marry me! At least then I'm guaranteed something until I can convince you that you're being stupid."
She bit her lip as her eyes scanned his features over and over again. He could see the wheels turning in that pretty little head of hers. A small breath escaped her before she spoke reluctantly, "I'll think about it."
"Is that a yes?" He smiled winningly.
"No..." She warned with narrowed eyes, "it's an 'I'll think about it.'"
He hummed contemplatively, his eyebrows lost in his hairline, a knowing smile gracing his lips while he made his way to the bedroom door.
"Where are you going?" She called out to him before he disappeared around the corner.
Over his shoulder he replied, "To tell Stefan the good news."
He disappeared before she could argue and she allowed herself a groan which morphed into a half-shriek as he popped his head back into view. "Oh, and if you want to be the one to tell Elena you should probably call her now. You know how those two are: couldn't keep a secret from each other to save their lives." And with that he was gone.
Shaking her head in disbelief, she frowned. There was no way she was marrying Damon Salvatore. There was no way she was marrying him. No way, she thought over and over again even as she took out her cell phone and began dialling Elena's number.