First Encounters [Multi-Fandom]

Bonnie & Isaac

Bonnie's tired.

Not tired in the way that she wants to shuck all her clothing and fall into bed, but rather tired from the constant stares from her friends who- while they all loved her- were pretty obvious in showing that they were waiting for her to die.

Stefan, Caroline and Damon all adored the witch, but Damon desperately wanted his soulmate back. And while he chose to keep his best friend alive, it pained him to know that Elena was stuck in a magical coma until Bon-Bon kicked the bucket.

Everyone had agreed to save Bonnie, Elena included, so she could live out her life, but there were still days when people got quiet and looked at Bonnie in a way that made the witch feel guilty for just existing. So after talking to Matt who seemed to be the only reasonable one of the bunch, she told him of her plan to take a breather from the supernatural that seemed to overrun their lives and go on a road trip to clear her mind. Matt agreed it was a good idea, but also told her not to tell him where she was going in case the others figured out what she did and demanded her location. She smiled happily, thanked him for being a good friend and left to go buy some necessities to pack her car with.

She's been travelling for a couple weeks now, her white Prius getting her from place to place. She has enough money in her savings that her Grams had left her and uses her laptop to find good deals on hotels or motels- booking them days in advance so she won't have to ask around for a room at the last minute- and stays a few days in each one.

When she hits Georgia, she immediately knows she wants to stay on the beach for a little while. And after asking around, Tybee Island is mentioned more than a handful of times and she finds the perfect beach resort to stay at.

The Ocean Plaza Beach Resort is twenty minutes from downtown, but nestled along the waterfront on Tybee Island, and she manages to snag a room on the top floor with an ocean view. The room's a pale yellow, the bed is a queen and the bathroom is just the perfect size for one person. Everything else about the room doesn't seem to register with Bonnie- she just being excited that she has a bed, her own bathroom and a small balcony to step out on should she need fresh air.

So after locking up her vehicle, retrieving her key from the front desk, and then lugging a suitcase of clothing and bikinis up to her room on the fourth floor of the building, Bonnie tosses said suitcase atop the bed without a care in the world and makes her way to the sliding glass door so she can step out onto the balcony. Her hands find immediate purchase on the iron railing, face tilting upward to the sky as she closes her eyes and breathes in the fresh ocean air. The breeze is strong enough to slightly whip around her hair, but she doesn't care. And when a ruckus- friendly, by the sounds of it- suddenly erupts from the room next to her, she can't help but look over to the neighboring balcony and watch as a lean, pale guy with moles dotting along the side of his neck is pushed out the sliding doors.

He's cursing and laughing, flipping off someone in his room that has Bonnie's lips faintly twitching in amusement. Another guy emerges from the room, this one tall and lanky with blonde curls and a sculpted jawline that could give the Salvatore brothers a run for their money. Bonnie inhales sharply before sighing with a quiet groan, her nose crinkling as the familiar sparks of attraction immediately tingle. "Seriously?" she mutters to herself. "I would have attractive neighbors."