Title: Aint Born Typical

Pairing: Elena/Stefan Bonnie/Damon

Rating: R with NC17 In later chapters

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Vampire Diaries Universe, and no profit is being made from this fiction. I do however own all original characters and concepts that will appear.

Sdtrk:

The Ting Tings : That's not my name

Love the way you lie: Eminem & Rihanna

Trapt: Head Strong ( Oh how I love them)

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"What's the occasion?" Damon asked arching an eyebrow as he walked in to Zoe's frantic

clothing search.

Her bed was littered with shirts and bottoms, but none seemed to have met her approval.

"The meeting from hell," She said sarcastically flashing him a mocking smile as she tossed a

shirt back into an overflowing suitcase.

"Meeting from hell?"

"Stefan says Elena wants to meet me," She supplied daring him to laugh with a stern look.

"Oh now that is a terrifically terrible ideal," He said shaking his head. What the hell was his

brother thinking?

"Thanks for the alliteration," She said sitting down as she sat down on the bed.

"I need bitch wear times ten," She said turning to him imploringly. People thought he was a

label whore, but the truth was the man had great taste. They often got together to attend

fashions shows where his handy talent of persuasion came in handy.

"You need to look amazing without looking like you tried, it'll drive her nuts." He said grinning.

"Buck up kiddo, you're fairy God Father is here," He said making her laugh as he rummaged

through the pile.

"Dark wash skinny jeans check, form fitting black shirt check, sick heels chick, and devil may

care black scarf with skulls for added attitude ," he said placing the clothes in her arms as he

shooed her to the bathroom.

"Well you have to try it on so I can see it," he said looking way too much like a fashion designer

in his black jeans, black button down and way too expensive leather loafers.

"Do I pass the test?" She asked smiling when he hit with a flash of gleaming white teeth.

"With flying colors." "Now go out there and cause tension and drama my little hottie," He said

meeting her gaze as he laughed.

"I'll do what I do best," She winking.

"Just don't damage my future goods," He called after her roaring with laughter when she

flipped him the bird.

  Standing outside the Grille Zoe contemplated being a no show, but a part of her wanted to see

the girl who had both Salvatore's whipped into frenzy. A part of her wondered what the human

offered that she couldn't. But the logical answer was a connection to humanity. IF he wanted to

continue denying what he was and using her as an enabler that was his business. She'd make

sure to keep this quick, casual , and try not to make the poor girl cry. Smiling at the mental

picture that scenario provided she made her way inside not bothering to remove the black

Pradas that rested on her face. It'd be easier if they couldn't see her eyes.

 Spotting them at a table in the back she scowled. Oh she truly did look identical to the vampire

whore who'd ushered them both into their new existence. She had a bad feeling deep in her

stomach about this girl; and she was 99.9 percent sure it was more than jealousy.

"Thanks for coming," Stefan and pulling out a chair for her to sit.

"You asked me to," She said honestly. Despite everything, there wasn't much she wouldn't do

for the younger Salvatore.

"Elena this is Zoelle, Zoelle, this is Elena," he said holding his breath as they gave each other the once over.

"It's so good to meet you Zoe, I've heard so much about you," She said flashing a smile that was

meant to set her at ease as she held out her hand to shake. There was a wrongness about the

girl that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on edge.

"I'm sure," She replied taking a note from Damon 101 as she offered a half smile and blatantly

ignored her hand.

  There was no way in hell she was touching her voluntarily. It was all she could do now to

contain the hiss that wanted to creep out of her throat as her canines ached to descend. Her

body recognized her as a threat and her mind was swiftly trying to figure out why. Clearing her

throat Elena flushed as she lowered her hand and frowned tilting her head slightly as she

studied the female across from her.

"Mhmm," Stefan said clearing his throat as he attempted to break the tension that had quickly

spread over the table.

"Should we order something to drink?"He asked waving over a waiter.

"Water for me, Double scotch on the rocks," Zoe said ignoring his raised eyebrows.

"I'm sure its five o'clock somewhere Stef," she said hating his ability to make her actually feel

guilty about harmless decisions. It wasn't like she'd asked for a glass of Soccer Mom. Rolling her

eyes she went for the direct approach.

"Exactly what can I do for you Miss Gilbert?" She asked after their orders had been taken.

"I- I just wanted to see the woman who'd meant so much to the Stefan and Damon."

"Means, there's a big difference," She said pointedly.

"Of couse, of course, it's just I'd never heard of you until recently."

"I'm sure there's a lot you haven't heard of," She said smiling her thanks as Brian delivered their

drinks. Didn't he look yummy with that tan skin, green eyes and lean physique? She hadn't had

a chance to eat last night.

"What does that mean?" She asked drawing her attention away from her potential meal.

"It means a lot happens in the course of 100 plus years."

"OOoh yeah,"She said laughing nervously.

"Really Stef ," She sent mentally.

"Don't do that, don't judge, I'm happy with Elena; and right now she's nervous."

"OOokay ," She thought skeptically

Sipping on her drink as she listened to the story of Stefan and his fair Elena she feigned interest

as she looked over Elena's aura. There was something here she was missing.

"And now here we are," Elena said ending her long winded spiel.

"Well I'm just glad Stef here's found happiness," Zoe said giving a small smile.

"I really hate to drink and run, but I actually have some things I need to attend to today," She

said standing.

"It was... interesting meeting you Elena, see you around Stef," She said gesturing for him to stay

seated as she rose.

"Same here Zoe," Elena said brightly making her cringe mentally at the sound of her nickname

leaving her lips.

Nodding she walked out slowly knowing she'd be scouring her book tonight for revealing spells

and trying every single one until she found out what Elena was hiding.

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"Guess I'll pay the little witch a visit," Damon thought finishing off his mug of AB positive before

heading over to her Grams.

"What do you want?" Bonnie asked less than thrilled with his presence.

"To begin our lessons young pad wan."

"Fine, I'll be out in a minute," She said swiftly closing the door in his face.

"She really doesn't like me," He mumbled frowning slightly before draping himself over the

porch swing.

  Watching her emerge in gray yoga pants, a black tank top and a high ponytail he couldn't help

but admire her toned body. She was a hot little number; maybe they could ... scratch each

others' itch before he moved on with Elena.

"As much as I do love you in that, it's not going to work where we're going." He said as she

arched a delicate brow.

"Which is where?"

"You'll see when we get there, but first you need to change."

"How am I supposed to know what to wear when you won't tell me where we're going?" She

asked obviously annoyed.

Damn she was so tempting when she was all fiery.

"Jeans, a t-shirt, and a light jacket," he said returning her livid gaze.

"Why can't you just tell me where we're headed?"

"Because that would defeat the purpose of this trust building exercise, you can't learn from me

when you constantly doubt everything that comes out of my mouth," He explained counting to

ten mentally.

  He wasn't used to being questioned. His minions did what he asked without question and the

rest of the company he kept was usually under compulsion. That should probably disturb him,

but compliance was so convenient. Scowling she complied closing the door once more as she

disappeared into the house.

"One day you're going to invite me in Bonnie Bennett," he promised.

"So you haven't battled each other yet, that's a good start," Zoe said suddenly beside him.

"Well I did just get here.""Checking up on me and the little witch?"

"No coming with a warning, I don't like the look of Gilbert."

"Ooh is jealously rearing its ugly head?"

"No, my witchy senses are," She said shrugging as he frowned. "Something's not... right with her."

"Come on Zoe, she's a dead ringer for she who must not be named and all snuggled up to your

ex, you don't think you could be biased."

"Logically maybe, but I'm not, super charged Bennett now remember; look all I'm saying is

watch your back," She said gone before he could respond.

"Two girls pining over my brother is absolutely nauseating." He thought shaking his head.

"Okay I'm ready," Bonnie said reappearing in a pair of black skinny jeans a skin tight black t-shirt

and knee length black boots with a one button blazer. She looked good enough to eat but like

she'd be prickly going down.

"My chariot awaits," he said gesturing to the black mustang that was his pride and joy.

"Chariot? I didn't think you were quite that old," she quipped moving past him quickly to take

the lead.

She was learning how to play the game quickly, that was a good sign.

"It's a figure of speech little witch."

Starting up the engine he turned on the radio to ease the silence that had fallen.

"Are you going to tell me where we're headed yet?" She asked thirty minutes later turning the

radio down on a commercial break.

"Somewhere you don't know anyone."

"Why?" She asked warily. That sounded like a line from a slasher flick if she'd ever heard one.

"Because before we can move forward you have to learn how to let go."

"Of what?"

"Of that mold that you've been living in your entire life trapped in. Bonnie insert middle name

Bennett, the studious good girl bestie who's always there for everyone."

"That's not an act"

"No, but it's not all you are either. There's another side to you, one I don't think you've fully

discovered yet." He said thoughtfully.

"People like us don't' stay the same Bonnie. We have to adapt, the powers we're capable of

wielding change us, and if we aren't sure of who we are that magic... that darkness can take us

over completely," he said knowing by her silence that she knew what he meant.

"When you fight what you are you become like my brother, conflicted, always just on the

edge of disaster and a step away from insanity, "he said as they both thought back to that night

after the crowning.

"So you think hedonistic abandonment of responsibility is the answer?"

"For me it was, you have to find your own path, but it has to be balanced. Darkness can't exist

without light and light can't exist without darkness, so we have to keep a balance of both."

"Even magic itself is neither black nor white," She whispered growing silent as she processed.

"We're just going to a place in DC," he said feeling her curious gaze on him as he hit the

interstate.

2 hours, one gas station and a burger King break later they were parked and making their way

towards The Avenue.

"This is a place for people like us," he said as she arched an eyebrow.

"I wanted to give you a chance to see how the other half lives, and maybe let your hair down a

little," he said making her flinch slightly when he reached up to flick her pony tail.

"Bonnie I've told you I'm not going to hurt you." He said sighing when she looked at him

skeptically broadcasting her thoughts so loudly they were crystal clear.

"Heard that one before."

"The people in here can smell fear, so get your head together before we walk through the

door," he said pausing.

"And act how?" She asked shifting her weight from side to side nervously.

"Like you're the baddest bitch smoking," he said laughing at the chocked noise that escaped her

full lips.

"You threatened to set me on fire before Bonnie, a bad ass lives inside of you. You just need to

learn how to bring her to the surface," he said leading her inside before she could psych herself

out more than she all ready had.

   He'd made her think she was on her own, but the truth was he was shielding her mind from

invasion and sending out the message to anyone who could hear that the little witch was off

limits. Making their way inside he steered her towards the mostly empty bar.

"Scotch on the rocks for me and whatever she wants."

"Shot of Patron," She said smirking at the shock that crossed his face.

"The little witch has such delicious secrets," He said wondering what else she was keeping

hidden.

Four more shots later she was buzzing, relaxed and actually smiling.

"So the secret to getting on your good side is tequila?"

"Mhhm, seems like it tonight," She said sipping on a glass of water. Teacher or not she was not

going to get completely wasted with Damon Salvatore.

"As much as I'm enjoying the premium liquor I'm still wondering what the purpose of this trip

was."

"Bonnie what are you doing right now?"

"Drinking water?"

"And what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," She said shaking her head.

"Exactly, when's the last time your mind was this clear?" He asked watching her eye gleam with

understanding.

"I can't even remember," She replied sadly.

"Now that we have your mind cleared we have a starting point."

"When do we start?"

"We all ready have," he said meeting her surprised smile with a smile of his own.