What Lies Beneath

Chapter 7: Want It All

Damon Salvatore sat behind the wheel of his vintage car, his face turned up to the sun. Black sunglasses covered his magnetic blue eyes even though they were closed. He just liked to look good and the new fashion of the era really helped bring out his already amazingly gorgeous features. Parked on the street in the quiet local area, he sighed and glanced to the upscale house with the wide square porch. A large oak tree sat in the front yard; a tree he'd seen when it had been nothing more than a sapling trying to grow. Time passed quickly when you weren't paying attention.

He didn't know why he was here. Why he was bothering with such a stupid request that didn't make any sense in the first place. He wasn't the type that wanted to meet parents or friends or siblings. That was something a boyfriend did and he could only be a boyfriend to one woman. He wanted to remain a shadowy figure from dark nightmares that swooped in, killed you and moved on. Yet Tituba Bennett wanted to talk to him, and for a week he'd directly avoided anything that would drive him to that particular conversation. However certain…developments were now making it necessary to pay her a little visit.

The main development of course would be finding the whereabouts of Emily's grimoire aka spell book.

He was well aware that he was an evil son of a bitch that lived by his own set of rules. It made life fun. But when useful information fell into his lap, he decided he'd be a fool not to use it to his advantage. Okay so saving Elena from some mystery vampire and trying to befriend her had no bearing on anything other than annoying Stefan—he could admit that. In fact he freely admitted it because it gave him a good down low tickle. Running into Bree and learning about Emily's cook book-o-magic was well worth the tank of gas to Georgia. He could even get over being attacked by Lexi's intended…as long as the asshole didn't show up again.

Poor Bree. Her death was meaningless but then again most deaths were. He could still feel the squish of her blood between his fingers. It'd been ages since he'd ripped out a heart, far too long. It was what she deserved though for trying to get him killed. Blah blah Lexi was my friend boo hoo. Cry him a freaken river why didn't they?

Seriously was it so hard for people to get it through their thick skulls that he was evil? Or at least evil-ish. A man on a mission who would not let anyone stand in his way.

There was just one little problem. Bonnie Bennett.

Everything Emily had forced on him was there even now, churning in his stomach and clouding in his brain when he needed to be focused now more than ever. Staying away from the hot little piece of witch was almost impossible but he'd managed. Running off with Elena helped matters…while complicating them as well. He knew that she'd have questions for him, and a part of him actually wanted to explain. Though he had a feeling Elena had already filled her in on the whole accident aspect of the situation. He couldn't see the cute brunette confiding the part about finding her doppelganger's picture in Stefan's room and bolting like a bat out of hell.

Point; he didn't wanna be that guy. He didn't wanna clarify anything to Bonnie because it would mean that he possibly cared about her. That he saw her as more than blood and body parts, which was retarded. The only person he truly cared about was Katherine. If it weren't for the magic coursing through his veins, he would have finished her off a while ago and scattered her ashes to the wind.

He also chose to ignore the tiny voice in the back of his mind that whispered otherwise. The voice that reminded him of how sweet Bonnie tasted and how fucken awesome it would be when he finally got inside of her. It said other things too—dumb ass voice—things that he didn't dwell on if he could help himself. Murmurings about actually being concerned and possessive or wanting to always make sure she was fine.