Yes I'm writing another Bamon Fic, but still planning on keeping up with I Won't Fall In Love With You. But this idea came to me and I had to write it. First chapter is short but hope that the others are longer.

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Bonnie Bennett was walking towards her car at night after a long day. She was ready to go home and hope into her bed and get a good night's sleep. Bonnie neared her car about to search for her key when she noticed a man near her car. The man was currently in the middle of trying to break into her car making an attempt to steal it. This caught Bonnie off guard.

"Hey." Bonnie called out startling the man.

The man turned looking at Bonnie with wide eyes , the look of someone with their hand caught in a cookie jar.

"Get out of here before I call the cops." Bonnie warned the man

The man reached into his jacket and pulled out a pistol and aimed it at her.

Bonnie saw the barrel of the gun and started to back away.

The man took a step towards her.

Bonnie saw the look of intention in his eyes and a lump of fear gathered in her throat. She held up her hands to show surrender. "You can have the car and all of the money." She pleaded

But the man seemed like he as in the mood to harm someone and Bonnie was at the wrong place at the wrong time. He pulled the trigger rapidly four times.

Bonnie felt her four hot lead bullets enter her body as her body jolted back in response.

The man looked around and than ran off escaping in the darkness.

Bonnie cried out in pain collapsing to the ground. Blood began to quickly leak and flow from her bullet wounds. She never felt anything more painful in her life, her body burned in pain at the wounds and she felt like she couldn't breath. She struggled as she felt her body get weaker and weaker the blood rapidly leaving her body. Bonnie felt blood collecting in the back of her throat. She couldn't move and her heart beat was growing weaker. Bonnie laid helpless on the ground feeling like she was going to die.

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Damon was out taking a night time stroll he was in the mood to hook up with some woman. Maybe find a ditzy blond to make a snack of. He was walking when he spotted a car in the distance. He recognized if for Bonnie's car. That meant that she must have been somewhere in the area. She probably find something to judge him for in they ran into each other Damon thought to him. As he got closer to her car he noticed someone laying beside it. It was Bonnie. Damon wondered why in the world she was laying on the ground near her car, did she got drunk and pass out. Damon rolled his eyes The little witch was most likely too much of a Goody two shoes to ever get drunk.

Damon smirked, "Taking a nap by your car Judgey?" Damon called out using his usual snaky tone that he used with her.

Bonnie didn't move.

Damon moved closer and that's when he smelled the heavy scent of blood fill the air. Damon rushed towards her and looked over her and saw her laying in her own pool of blood. She had been harmed or injured some how. The smirk fell from Damon's face.

"What in the hell happened to you.?" Damon asked startled by her condition.

Bonnie had her eyes closed groaning out in pain.

Damon knelled next to her trying to resist the mouth watering scent of her blood. He touched a hand to her shoulder. "Bonnie." He called out to her alarmed.

Bonnie's eyes fluttered open she looked up seeing Damon hovering over her.

Damon saw the look of pain and fear in those green eyes he could hear her heartbeat getting weak with each beat and she was wheezing like her lungs couldn't get the proper air. It dawned on Damon that she was dying and the thought that that brought a ache and pain this his heart. He didn't know why because he shouldn't care about the witch dying yet he did.

"Don't you think about it." Damon told her.

Bonnie opened her mouth like she wanted to say something but nothing came out instead she began coughing up blood.

Damon could feel it she was fading fast. He knew that there was no chance she would make it to the hospital panic raised inside of him he had to do something.

Bonnie could feel her life about to flow away as she closed her eyes.

It was the only thing he could think of to do. Damon bit into his wrist and put it to her mouth. He watched as she took down a few gulps of his blood and waited hoping that it would heal her wounds and save her.

The wounds were to much for Bonnie's body to take. She felt her heartbeat stop, she stopped breathing and died.

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Bonnie's eyes opened as if she were waking up from a longs night of sleep. She rubbed her eyes sitting up looking around the room and noticed that she wasn't in her room. It was someone else's room with antic furniture , she noticed that she was in a large bed with slick black sheets. Bonnie felt under the shirt that she was wearing and noticed no signs of bullet wounds, her skin smooth like it had never been torn around by bullets. She wondered if the man shooting her was just some awful nightmare. She noticed that she wasn't even wearing her own clothes inside a male's shirt that smelled of leather and bourbon rested on her body.

Bonnie was super confused what it the hell happened and why did her body feel so weird and different? She climbed out of the bed looking around the room. She noticed all of the curtains draw closed on the windows even though it was clearly day time outside. She reached for the curtain pulling them back slightly when a little sunlight hit her skin. The contact with the sunlight made her skin burn and sizzle painfully.

Bonnie jumped back away from the sunlight in shock and pain. She looked down at her hand taken aback as her skin healed itself.

Damon came in just as this was happening he watched Bonnie's hand get burned by the sun light and knew that her transition was complete. He rushed over closing the curtain back over the window. "Stay away from the windows." He warned her

Bonnie eyed Damon confused. "Why did that just happen?"

Damon approached her holding the blood bag that he had brought up for her. There was no easy way to break the news to her.

Bonnie's eyes fell toward the blood bag that he held and suddenly her mouth started to water like she had scene a plate of burgers and fries. She felt very hungry all of a sudden. She felt a sensation in her gums as her fangs came out and before she knew what she was doing she grabbed the blood bag and tore into it with her Fangs.

Damon watched her drink down the blood and wasn't sure of what to say.

The blood tasted so good that she couldn't stop until the bag was empty that was when she realized what had just happened. She looked at the empty blood bag in her hand letting it fall to the floor as she started to shake.

"Why did I just do that?" Bonnie asked

"You been turned?" Damon said

Bonnie shook her head. "What, do you mean?"

Damon sighed. "You're a vampire now Bonnie."