I have only one burnin' desire [OPEN]
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 ( Read more... )
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 ( Read more... )
He had only come out to scope out some of the power dynamics, really. And maybe find himself a blond girl. So far, however, he'd been bored, bored, bored. Music was required, preferably the Boss. Alcohol would be nice too, even cheap keg beer. Both of these would lead to massive amounts of erotic dancing with all kinds of jiggling.
Oh well. The night was young, he supposed.
Cramming his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, he walked the periphery of the festivities, shadows falling across his face. It was very cliche, very Anne Rice. The confusingly sexy vampire lurking in the shadows in the corners of civilization. But the brilliant thing about Rowan was that there were precious people who could fully appreciate the cliche. He was able to pass for mysterious.
And sexy, of course. That was a given.
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She'd hoped for the same effect when she put the dress on tonight, but really, now she just felt like it was hanging on her funny. Bonnie's spirit had been down for weeks and she wasn't sure how to fix things. The bonfire had seemed like a good place to start, but now, as she sat looking into the fire, she just thought about all the bonfires she'd been to in the past.
They'd been a tradition growing up. She'd kissed Matt for the first time at a bonfire. It had been 7th grade and the bonfire had been at Caroline's house. Bonnie had liked him since 4th grade, when Tyler Lockwood had pushed her over at recess and Matt had shyly helped her back up to her feet. She'd even been small then and, as such, a prime candidate for bullying. Matt had sort of started protecting her after that. Her white knight, she would joke when they were older.
It wasn't until that fall day in 7th grade that he'd finally gotten the courage to give her a kiss. It had been her first ever, and she had shaken like a leaf when he did it. She remembered how nice he had smelled, like spearmint. He'd must have been planning on the kiss ahead of time, because he'd been popping the lifesaver mints all night. He'd started spending more time with her and Elena and Meredith after that. And they didn't kiss again, not after he started staring at Elena like a sad puppy dog.
She remembered other bonfires, too. Later bonfires. Bonfires in high school where people had sneaked beer in and where music was loud and everyone was dancing. She remembered watching Elena dance with all the boys. Elena would look like some kind of fire goddess, wearing short dresses that showed off her tan legs and with the firelight making her long blond hair glow like a halo. Matt wasn't the only boy who stared at her during those times. The Salvatore brothers were Elena's most famous admirers, but they certainly hadn't been her first.
It was hard to be jealous of Elena, though. She wasn't like other girls--everyone knew that. Not even Caroline had been in the same league as Elena. Caroline was pretty and popular and flirted, but she'd never drawn men to her like magic. Men had never been helpless around Caroline. If they liked her, it was because they chose to. No men ever really stood a chance around Elena.
So she wasn't jealous, really, when she'd watched Elena dance. And when she watched Matt pop more lifesavers and knew they weren't for her benefit, she hadn't been sad, really. It was just how things were.
Bonnie kept reminding herself of that now, as she looked into the fire. She wasn't sad. Things just didn't end well, sometimes. Matt and Damon and Ianto and Elena and Meredith--these things didn't really matter. They shouldn't matter.
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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.
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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.
Despite her sour mood, Bonnie felt her lips twisting into a sort of half-smile. "Drink" was such an ambiguous word when it was coming from Damon. And she knew him well enough to be pretty sure that he'd done that on purpose. Well, whatever the meaning was, she was in. And there he was, looking smug and cocky and very handsome.
She pulled a pen out of the satchel beside her. She always carried her journal with her--it was sort of the Rowan equivalent of a cell phone, really. A constant source of communication. On the same piece of paper, underneath Damon's handwriting, she scribbled:
Red or blond?
Just as unceremoniously, she chucked the paper back in his direction.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Stefan was definitely in that last category.
But tonight, Damon searched for the curious and it wasn't long at all before he found a lovely little blond thing, lurking in the shadows and watching the festivities, too shy to join in. He was by her side in the next instance, leaning over and whispering some terribly romantic things to her while reaching out with his mind to touch hers, giving himself a shining impression.
Before too long, he had her close, her back against his chest, one arm wrapped around her shoulders. Her eyes were closed and they were both swaying to the music. Damon smiled, looking up. Just as the girl's head lolled to one side against his shoulder, he spotted Bonnie.
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Bonnie thought to herself that really, she should feel some jealousy over the situation--seeing Damon hold another girl close and whisper into her ear. But rather than jealous, Bonnie found herself intrigued--and she even had to admire how effortlessly he had found himself the blond. Damon Salvatore was nothing if not charming.
Stefan would have told Bonnie that what Damon was doing was wrong. Stefan would have said that the girl was innocent, didn't deserve to be a victim, that she should have a choice. Stefan would have told Bonnie to stop Damon.
But Bonnie didn't stop him. Instead, Bonnie lifted her large brown eyes to meet Damon's own dark gaze--and she held her eyes there. Watching him with the girl.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?"
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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.
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