Cities Of The Shifters ( Book Cover Done And Credit Goes To @MeowSniper Thanks)

His Little Bird - The Vampire Diaries FanFiction

Name: His Little Bird
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating: PG
Genre:
Trigger Warnings: None.

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Watching over her was his job, well it wasn't quite technically a job, but he took it on like it was a well paid job. It was either that or have a whole witch bloodline haunt him for the rest of his existence.

Watching the Bennett bloodline had been simple. Check in now and then, make sure they were all well and dandy and then get back on with his life. Damon enjoyed his life, it was simple. Drink some blood, have some fun with some girls; oh, and torment his brother.

Well, watching the bloodline had been simple until Bonnie friggin' Bennett discovered she was a witch. Damon had only just turned up in Mystic falls when she found her 'powers.' Honestly, Damon wasn't so sure that she really was Bennett bloodline. After all, all the other Bennett's he had the courtesy of stalking came into their powers fairly young and were powerful, as in, 'I'll fry your brain if you get within a foot of me' powerful.

Damon had the luxury of p****** off both Lucy and Sheila Bennett, and that hurt, he still cringed at the memory. So Damon decided it was best if her followed her about to really find out how powerful she was.

The first time he spotted her using her powers was when, her and the Catherine look-a-like, Elena, were in the Gilbert girls bedroom. Bonnie had done a simple trick with some feathers and really hadn't impressed Damon much, he remember thinking to himself that the Bennett girl needed to spend more time with her grandmother.

Another time he spotted her using her powers was when she was at some doo the Lockwoods had put on. He could see she was trying to light just one of the candles and then ended up lighting every candle in the damned room. That was when Damon got his first inkling this girl was special.

Damon very rarely introduced himself to the Bennett witches and when he did, usually there was an ulterior motive behind his actions. He couldn't help it, that was just him.

He approached the witch that night at the Lockwood party. She was stood alone with a glass of wine held in her hand. He smiled as he approached, getting a wary look from the young witch.
"May I join you?" he asked stepping in front of her, keeping his back to the crowd that was behind him.

"If you must, though I wouldn't call myself good company," she sighed taking a sip from the glass. Damon watched her rose tinted lips touch the glass and the light liquid slip between her lips. Her watched her swallow, the notion alone made his gums ache. His mind focused on the throbbing vein on her neck beating away like a rhythmic drum, if Damon hadn't made the promise to Emily he would drain her right now.

"Why do you say that?" he asked tilting his head to the side like he was interested in her answer.

"Just a fact, I'm Bonnie by the way, Bonnie Bennett," she held her hand out for him to shake. Damon reached up and took her hand slowly drawing it to his lips. He placed a single kiss on her knuckles and watched her freeze. "What are you?" she asked stunned from the feeling that had just coursed through her. It was a feeling that in all honesty she would rather not feel again; but there was something about the man in front of her that made Bonnie want to know him and even share her secret with him.

"Your guardian Angel," Damon answer before leaving the witch stood there still staring at him.

Bonnie watched him walk away, eyes boring into the back of his finely tailor suit, his dark hair curling at the collar of his crisp white shirt. Everything about him made Bonnie want more, more of him.

Damon left the party feeling satisfied with himself, the little witch was putty in his hands, he could ask her to cast him any spell he wanted and she would probably do it without batting an eyelid. As much as Damon wanted to take advantage of the newly discovered witch, he couldn't. He didn't want push her into hating him like every other person on did or will do when he meets them. He wanted her to like him and enjoy his presence. Those feelings alone annoyed Damon more than his own pathetic, animal blood drinking brother could.