"Ugh, I'm tired of this, I'm tired of this town." I mumbled, downing yet another shot.

"Then leave." The vampire stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Pack a bag, and leave."

"And go where?" I asked back. "It's not like I have a lot of family around to spend Christmas with."

"You have witchy visions, I'm sure there's someplace you want to see." He stated, daring me to say no.

"Well, I want to check New Orleans before the no magic rule is implanted but..." I said, thinking about it. "The french quarter is crawling with vamps."

"Well then..." Damon said, smirking at me. "Sounds like road trip."

"No way." I replied, shaking my head. "I will most likely set you on fire before we are even near New Orleans."

"Oh come on Bon Bon, live a little." He responded, smirking at me while shaking his eyebrows.

"Why do you even want to come with me?" I asked confused, It wasn't like we were friends or anything.

"What ? You think I was to spend my time in here with my brother and his girlfriend, who's a copy of my bitch of an ex by the way, who keep sending me looks the moment they see me?" The vampire asked sarcastically. "Saint Stefan thinks I'm depressed and a dangerous to myself and others, and Elena just gives me pitiful stares."

I stared at him carefully for a while, before nodding my head in agreement. Stefan and Elena we're annoying little shits, and if they were getting on my nerves I can totally understand Damon's motive to want o leave this town for a while.

"Fine, let's go party in New Orleans." I said, giving him a small smirk. "I want to see ancestral magic, and the town is like a vampire's playground I'm sure you'll feel right at home."

The blue eyed vampire downed my previous glass of whiskey and gave me a toothy smirk, let's get the show on the road.

--

6 hours later

"She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean. "Damon sang loudly. "She was the best damn woman that I ever seen."

"Ugh, next." I said rolling my eyes and changing the radio station.

"Come on witchy, that one was good." The vampire groaned, rolling his eyes. "You better not put Justin Bieber or I'll drain you dry."

I recognized the song before the lyrics started and smirked towards Damon, as I sang along loudly. "You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset, she's going off about something that you said, 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do."

"Ugh no!" Damon said, trying to change the radio. "No goddamn Taylor Swift in my car, stake me already."

I laughed loudly, and rolled my eyes at his theatrics. I suppose this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

--

6 hours later

"Finally, I was starting to go insane in that car." I said content, as I got out of the car and breathed in the air of the busy streets of the French Quarter.

"You don't say." Damon replied, from the other side of the car. "One more pop music about teen romance and I would meet the sun willingly."

"Don't be such a drama queen, now let's find a hotel." I said, ignoring is antics.

"How about that one?" The vampire asked, nodding towards the Royal Sonesta Hotel on Bourbon Street.

"If you paying sure, because that's probably the most expensive hotel in the quarter." I replied, shrugging.

"Come on, how can I stay in New Orleans and not stay on a street named after my favorite alcoholic drink?" He asked, smirking and I nodded along.

--

"So what do you want to do?" Damon asked, after we put our stuff at the hotel.

"I want to go out, dance to some jazz and get drunk." I stated, as if obvious. "You a century old, I'm sure this isn't your first time in here. So, where are the best places?"

"Well I've never stayed long, this place is ruled with an iron fist but sure, I know a few places." The vampire smirked, and I rolled my eyes.

--

24 of December, 2009

We partied, we danced, we got drunk, and we partied again. I supposed I should have known I would get the most hateful hangover drinking with a vampire, why didn't I make some hangover potions before leaving? Ugh.

"Get up witchy." Damon called, knocking loudly on my door.

"Go to hell." I groaned out loud, as I rolled around in my bed feeling sleepy.

"I thought you wanted to go see some witch cemetery or something, we don't have all day." The vampire replied, and I forced myself out of bed.

"Does it have to be today?" I asked, growling at his face as I opened the door.

"Well, seeing as Christmas is in tomorrow today is the perfect day." Damon smirked amused by my disheveled looks.

I glared at his smirk, and closed the door on his face. I'm sure he could wait an hour for me to get ready anyway.

--

We visited the cemetery, well I did. Damon wasn't that amused about not being able to enter it because it was sacred ground but who cares. I checked a few graves, felt the magic in the air and in the ground and then left before any of the witches of the French Quarter Coven saw me.

We ended up just walking around the quarter the rest of the day, me taking pictures while Damon commented about how juicy some tourists looked.

We we're about to get back to the hotel when all of a sudden three vampires appeared and broke Damon neck before he had time to react. Next thing I know one of them decked me in the head and all I saw was darkness.

--

When I woke up I was on the floor of a Bar, with Damon still out of it next to me. I slowly got up to noticed at least fifteen vampires around the room with a very known one sitting in front of me having a drink.

"Well hello there, I'm Marcel." The dark skinned man greeted, smiling down at me.

"I'm Bonnie, and I would like to know why I got kidnapped?" I asked calmly, trying to understand what I had gotten myself in.

"Well sweetheart, your boy toy over there has a sunlight ring and in this town the only ones allowed to have one are my vamps." The self proclaimed king said, as if he was talking to a child.

"Sunlight ring? Vamps?" I asked, appearing distressed. "What are you talking about? Are you on drugs?"

"Poor poor human." Marcel said, laughing out loud. I had to conceal my smirk, because really, I was going to troll my way out of this. Hopefully.

"Please let me go." I whisperer, looking frightened. "I just want to go home. That's all I want, I really just want to go home."

"She smells delicious." Some vampire commented from the back of the bar, and I had the intense need to set the bastard on fire.

Although before I could, the drama queen that is Damon Salvatore had to wake up. "Who the fuck broke my neck?" He growled out as he put himself back on his feet.

"I did." The vampire next to Marcel, Thierry if I'm not mistaken, said looking proud.

"You're dead." Damon simply said, hissing towards Marcel's right hand man.

"Calm down cowboy, you're in my town you answer to me." Marcel said, getting up from your seat. "Now where did you get that fine piece of jewelry on your hand? Only my inner circle can walk in the sun in my town."

"From a witch obviously." Damon replied, sarcastically glaring at Marcel.

"It that so?" Marcel asked amused. "Grab him." The king ordered, and two vampire jumped Damon bringing him to his knees.

"Bring me the girl." He demanded, and all of a sudden to vampire jumped me and pulled me towards Marcel who grabbed my arm rather forcefully. Damn you Damon, if not for you I could have trolled my way out of this mess.

"Now how about you start talking?" Marcel said, looking towards Damon. "Or your girl here will make a fine dinner."

Damon just stared at him for a few second, just blinking, before letting out a loud laugh. "Seriously?" He asked smirking. "Now you just pissed her off."

Before Marcel could even blink I grabbed his arm and used the same spell I had used on Damon the first time we meet, the one that caused all previous wounds to be put on a mental replay. I had the King on his knees and I quite enjoyed it. Of course I forgot I was in a room full of highly dangerous vamps, but before they could reach me Damon started breaking their necks.

"Let's get the fuck out of here, we can't deal with them all." Damon said, dropping another vampire to the ground.

I nodded and grabbed his arm, this time focusing on a magic that I had yet to train. It would be painful, I knew I would wake up with a damned nosebleed. But between nosebleed and dead, I quite preferred nosebleed.

So in a blink we disappeared from the vampire bar and appeared at the Hotel room. I passed out in exhaustion, but still. Worth it.

--

"Ugh my head." I groaned, not a happy camper for sure.

"Easy there wicked witch of the west, you used some strong juju and you're all fucked up." Damon said, from the driver's seat.

"Where are we?" I asked, noticing that we were on the road.

"Just a few hours away from Mystic Falls, you sleep for almost twelve hours." He replied glancing at me. "I got us the hell out of that town as soon as I could."

"Thanks." I replied, cleaning the dried blood on my nose. "You surprisingly had my back, so thanks."

"Well I couldn't have my road trip partner dried up by some douchey vampire." He replied, in a very Damon way. "Plus, think of if as your Christmas present. Happy Christmas."

"Happy Christmas." I whispered as I fell asleep once more.

--

"Oi, Glinda, wake up." Damon said, shaking my shoulder. "We're home."

"Annoying." I mumbled, as I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Wake up or I'm kicking you out of my car." Damon threatened, as I quickly opened my eyes.

"Douche." I simply said, as I got out of the car and grabbed my bag.

"You know it sweetheart." He replied, amused.

"This doesn't make us friends Damon." I started, narrowing my eyes at him.

"As If I want to be besties with a grouchy witch like you." He replied, mocking me.

I rolled my eyes at him and started walking towards my house, before I stopped and turned my head to look at him. He was leaned on his blue Chevy, waving at me with a smirk on his face.

"Hey Damon." I called, and he looked at me. "Enzo's alive. Happy Christmas."

Before he could say anything else I skipped towards my house and locked the front door. The house was empty and dark, I let out a sight.

"Happy fucking Christmas."