I have only one burnin' desire [OPEN]

[weedyshyguy]

Who: Jhelbor citizens
What: Bonfire partyyyy~!
When: Sunday evening til ? :O
Where: Just outside the city
Notes: Let's just say Bret sent an invitation out. :| Seemed silly to do another journal (and I forgot to set a date in the first one, oops). ALSO: if you want to post something later in the night and there hasn't been many posts yet, just mark it

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[getsthelastword]

Generally speaking, Damon was not overly fond of fires. At least, not fires out of his control. True, he had become fairly skilled at lighting them...for a vampire. It was the best way to dispose of a body. But that never meant he loved them. There was just something that turned him off about burning and dying. Call him old fashioned

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie had chosen her spot carefully--close enough to the fire that she could sit in its light, far enough that she wasn't panicked about the material of her flowing dress catching fire and making her a real Bon-fire. She'd had the dress made weeks ago--stolen funds, really. Bonnie had loved the dress then, felt like some sort of Druid priestess. She'd taken it home and spent hours admiring herself in it, twirling around in a circle and dancing and blissfully contemplating how pretty she must look

[getsthelastword]

Damon spotted Bonnie nearby, looking gloomy and emo. Although the dress was nice and the firelight was rendering it at least partially transparent. Which was always enjoyable, even if she wasn't a blond. The sulking, however, had to stop.

Searching his pockets, Damon found a piece of scrap paper. He was reasonably certain that it was not from his journal, a good thing since he hadn't exactly made a public debut on that network yet. Quickly, he took out his pen and scribbled a few words on the page:

Want to get a drink?

He crumpled up the paper into a tight ball and then, unceremoniously, chucked it at Bonnie, aiming directly for her shoulder. He would have aimed for her head, but somehow, he doubted she would be able to feel it with all that hair.

[blytheandbonnie]

Just as Bonnie was beginning to wonder it would be best to just go home, she felt something hitting her shoulder. With reflexes that no human could really possess--she hoped no one was watching too closely--she spun around and grabbed at the paper before it fell to the ground.

Want to get a drink? the paper read. Bonnie knew right away that the handwriting was Damon's--she'd read plenty of notes from him before, although most of those had been a lot more naughty than this one

[getsthelastword]

With one, swift movement, Damon caught the paper in his left hand, turning around in a full circle as if the momentum of the catch had propelled him. He wasn't sure why he was feeling so mischievous today, but he figured he'd go with it.

He unfolded the paper and glanced at those three little words. A smile pulled at his lips. His pen was out in the next minute and he wrote down the most obvious of answers:

Blond.

Crumpling the paper up, he tossed it back at her.

[blytheandbonnie]

As Bonnie caught the paper and opened it up, she already knew what the answer would be. And there it was.

And even as she pulled out her pen to reply, she knew that she wasn't going to say no.

It's a date, she wrote down in her big, childish letters. Your treat.

Again, she crumpled the paper back up and tossed it in his direction. A bit bold, maybe, but Bonnie wasn't entirely feeling like herself tonight.

[getsthelastword]

Damon caught the paper and unfolded it. Date? This was a girl who really didn't give up. That was at once a good thing and a bad thing. But Damon decided he was going to continue playing dumb. It was easier that way, he didn't have to get into awkward and uncomfortable territory. And it was fun to watch her squirm.

Putting that thought aside, he tucked the paper into his pocket. Time to go hunting. And there were no bones about it, hunting was his favorite part of the ritual.

Unfortunately, the light of the fire was making him a bit too obvious. Time to go into stealth mode.

With a humorous little salute, Damon backed up, slipping into the shadows.

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie nibbled her bottom lip.

On the one hand, following Damon into the shadows sounded like a lot of fun.

On the other hand, if she did follow him, there was a good chance that she'd end up making a mistake tonight. A mistake she'd regret as soon as it was morning.

But Bonnie missed having fun. And so as Damon disappeared, she only hesitated a moment before shoving her pen into her satchel and following after him, red curls bouncing off her shoulders as she pranced into the darkness.

[getsthelastword]

A life living in shadows had taught Damon a few things. Specifically, it had taught him about other people living in shadows. In his categorical mind, they fell into one of several categories. There were, of course, people like himself, who were hunting. Next, there were prey-like victims, people hiding from one thing or another. Those sorts could be further divided into several subcategories, including the curious, the weird, the paranoid, and of course the please-come-rescue-me-from-my-miserable-existence types

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie had, in fact, been standing in the same spot for awhile now, watching Damon as he had seduced the woman--and it hadn't really taken him very much effort. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could hear Stefan's voice telling her why it was wrong--and all the reasons that he was giving her were, she had to admit, very good reasons

[getsthelastword]

Damon gave Bonnie a sly smile. There was an invitation in that smile, perhaps, even, a dare. It was for her to take and Damon made no further advances.

Not on Bonnie.

There were advances to be made, however. He lowered his eyes to the slender, white neck of the girl. She was so open, so vulnerable, so trusting. It was almost too easy. Tenderly, Damon leaned closer, nuzzling her skin with one side of his face. He could feel and hear the girl's heart racing, expecting something wonderful.

Damon had to oblige. He ran his tongue along the skin of her neck and felt her shiver. Her eyes were closed, so it was simple to let his face change. Fangs sharp, he leaned in for a drink.

[blytheandbonnie]

As Damon leaned in toward the woman and took a bite, Bonnie felt a sharp pang of longing rush through her, straight from her fingertips to the ends of her toes. It had been so long since she'd had anything but animals, and she missed it. No matter what she told Damon, feeding off of animals just wasn't the same. Not even close.

Even as she made her way over, she was aware of how much she would regret it later. And she didn't care. Bonnie wanted to do something fun and selfish and what better than this?

She lifted up a hand to gently push away the woman's hair. She didn't even notice, she was so caught up in the moment. Still, Bonnie sent a reassuring wave of emotion through the woman. You're safe, she tried to reassure the woman, though she was fairly certain it was unnecessary. Enjoy it.

And for the first time in over a year, Bonnie leaned in toward another person, gently rubbed her nose against the warm skin she found there, and extended her fangs.

[getsthelastword]

Damon lifted his eyes without disengaging from the woman's flesh. He saw Bonnie approach and join him and felt a small victory surge through him like an electrical current. Once again, he found, he was completely right. Stefan's diet truly was for the dogs.

Gradually, he pulled back, allowing the girl to fall against Bonnie's chest. He figured he'd let her get her fill. Frankly, he was sated on the little bit he had gotten. But he knew, he knew, it would take a lot more to sate Bonnie. It had been too long.

"That's right," he murmured.

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie couldn't believe how much better the woman tasted. She really had forgotten how much worse the deer and raccoons that she caught tasted. She'd just gotten used to it after awhile--forgotten about the rapture of the bite.

And she felt powerful, too. Like she could take out the entire city by herself if she wanted to. Bonnie knew that she was drinking too much, that the woman wasn't very big, that there wasn't much left. Bonnie didn't drink to the kill, she never had. Even before she'd started Stefan's diet, she had maintained a strict rule about that.

Stop with plenty left to go. And that was what she should have done now. Instead, Bonnie drew the woman even closer to herself.

She couldn't help herself. She wanted more.

[getsthelastword]

He watched her in a combination of pride and...well...that was it. It didn't make much sense though. But Damon didn't really bother trying to make sense of it now.

Bonnie was getting a little too enthusiastic though. And that probably wouldn't end well.

"Hey, hey, hey," he said, his voice calm but firm. He reached out, taking hold of the girl's arm and pulling her away from Bonnie, out of reach of her teeth. "That's enough," he told her. And for emphasis, he licked the bite marks on the girl's neck, sealing them up. "Last thing we need is evidence, remember?"

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie made a genuine growl as Damon pulled the woman away--though even to her own ears, the sound wasn't terribly fierce.

But she was still hungry, and Damon had taken the girl away. And now she wanted him to find her another one. Maybe not a blond this time.

Bonnie knew she was damn cute. She used this to her advantage whenever she was taking money from people in town--tiny stature, masses of bright red hair, and big brown eyes that could make Van Morrison melt.

So Bonnie wiped the corners of her mouth--though she had never been a very messy eater--and took a hold of Damon's arm, staring up at him. "Find me another one?" she asked sweetly, with all the charm of a child. Seduction might have worked better on Damon, she knew, but that had never been Bonnie's strongest skill.