Mors Est Domina

Meeting the Salvawhores

"So he didn't call or text you?" Caroline asked Elena while handing out fliers for the night of the comet. I had agreed to come with Caroline, more like bribed with weed. Hey, that shit gets expensive since I smoked every night. It helped me sleep easier.

"No, not even a text." Elena sighed, pouting.

"Yeah, you usually have to get someone's number in order to text them." I said sarcastically as I handed a random kid a flier.

"It's just, he's so secretive."

"Elena, sweetheart. You've literally known him for a week. It's not like someone's going to tell you their entire life on the first day."

"Hey Bonnie, can you drive me to the Salvatore's building? I have to drop off Stefan's book." I almost rejected her but realized that I did need to talk to the boys.

"Of course, let's go right now." Elena smiled at me brightly, which I returned. We drove in silence. Elena knocked on the door and was about to turn back around when the door creaked open. Fucking Damon and his creepy ass. Elena entered the house. How rude.

"Come on Bonnie."

"You do realize we're breaking in and entering?" I asked, following behind her. She just ignored my comment and continued walking.

"Stefan?" She called out, not noticing the crow that had landed behind her. She jumped when it let out a caw.

"This is some horror movie type shit where we get killed." I muttered quietly but loud enough for Damon to hear.

"Sorry, the door was open." I snorted. Just because the door opened doesn't mean you can just enter someone's house. He smirked at her nervousness.

"I'm Damon Salvatore, Stefan's older brother."

"He didn't tell me he had an older brother." I rolled my eyes.

"Yes he did, you were just too lost in his eyes." I said, taking a seat on the sofa. Damon's eyes scanned my body. "Oi, pervert, I will call Sheriff Forbes and have you arrested for pedophilia." Elena gasped at me.

"Bonnie! I'm sorry, she tends to joke around way too much."

"Who said I was ever joking?" I muttered under my breath, causing Damon to smirk.

"Well, he's not one to brag." I wouldn't be bragging about my pussy-whipped pyscho brother either.

"I like your living room, very uh, antique." Elena complimented nervously.

"It looks like one of those horror type mansions." I said, grunting at her when she elbowed me.

"Eh, it's not my style."

"I was looking for Stefan."

"Of course! You know, I thought he would never get over the last one. She looked a lot like you. Beautiful."

"T-the last one?" Great, I'm in the middle of Damon planting doubt in Elena. Honestly, I was totally down to meet Katherine. Like, she was badass, even though she ruined a lot of peoples' lives.

"Yeah, Katherine," he widened his eyes for effect, "oh! I see you haven't had that conversation yet. Hello Stefan." Elena spun around to see Stefan leaning against the door, glaring at Damon. I sigh. Too much testosterone.

"Elena, I didn't know you were coming over." He said, clearly with a strained voice.

"I know, I should have called-"

"Yo Stefan, if you wanted a heads up, at least give the girl your number. How's she supposed to contact you? With a ouija board?" Damon supressed an entertained smirk.

"Don't be silly! You are welcomed anytime! Isn't that right, Stefan?" Stefan's body stiffened. "You know what? I should bring out the family photo albums or some home videos. I should warn you though, Stefan wasn't always such a looker.

"Oh, please do." I said, grinning at Stefan's uncomfortable expression.

"Thank you for stopping by Elena." Elena's jaw dropped, causing me to snicker at her. That was one way to tell her to leave.

"I-I should get going. Let's go Bonnie." I shook my head.

"Nope, I gotta talk to these to privately."

"But you're my ride."

"Not anymore. Stefan, why don't you drive Elena home and come right back?" Stefan looked uncertain, unsure whether to leave me alone with Damon. Elena just nods and grabbed Stefan's arm, dragging him out.

"So, Bonnie is your name?" Damon asked, pouring himself a cup of burbon. His eyes widen when the glass finds itself floating into my hand.

"No. I'm Mazikeen. Bonnie Mazikeen Bennett. I just go by Maze." At the mention of my last name, his smirk widens and his eyes narrowed at me.

"Well Ms. Bennett. You seem to have been practicing magic."

"Let's cut to the chase." I took a sip on the burbon. "Ah, that's really a nice type of burbon."

"And what did you need to talk to me about? Second guessing on the date?"

"Hell no. I don't do love."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"I know you and your brother are vampires. I have some rules in Mystic Falls." I set the glass down as he flashed at me, gripping my neck and slamming me against the wall.

"You don't tell me what to do." He snarled. Oh hell yeah. My eyes began to glow. I smirked at his confusion, and laughed when he was sent flying across the room.

"See that's where you're wrong." He snarled at me again. Gosh, what's up with him and snarling. He rushed at me before falling to his knees in pain. He clutched his head in pain. I walked over to him stole his daylight ring and walked out the door. It was still daylight, so he couldn't reach me from outside.

"Give it back and I'll make your death less painful." I laughed at him again.

"Really? Going to threaten someone who has your ring? I knew you were stupid, just not that stupid."

"What do you want?!"

"You live in my town, you will abide by my rules."

"Or what? I'll kill you." He cried out in pain, his bones breaking repeatedly.

"Did you know that the Council is still active? They're already suspecting vampires. Maybe I should make their job easier and take you in." I stop the spell and he falls to the ground.

"What do you want?"

"Firstly, I want Emily Bonnett's talisman that you have."

"I don't-"

"Shut the fuck up. I hate liars. So, I'll say it again," I began, throwing a mini fireball at him, "give me the talisman and you won't end up barbecued."

"Fine!" He flashed upstairs and threw it at me. I smile at him.

"Now, I'll give you your daylight ring. Are you going to behave like a good little bitch?" He snarled at me. Of course, he is such a stubborn ass. "Whatever." I threw the ring at him. He ran at me but was thrown against the wall by the wind.

"What are you?!"

"Why, I'm a witch of course."

"No, witches can't do that."

"Oh Damon, for such a smart guy, how are you so stupid? Let's take a seat."