Hey everyone! So yesterday my computer went bat shit crazy and wouldn't let me access any of the programs on my desktop and to say I freaked the fuck out is a bit of an understatement…excuse my vulgar language. Anyway, I have never been more grateful for Microsoft word and the internet and my computer than I am now so I was inspired to write another Bamon story. I got the first season for Christmas and have been watching one disc per day and I am just falling in love w/ the show all over again. Also, watching Stefan and Elena interact gives me more of a reason to oppose Delena. Like seriously, they belong together. And Damon and Bonnie might not be right for each other but they are way more interesting than Damon and Elena will ever be together. Anyway, I feel like this is a topic TVD has yet to approach, the fact that a human and vampire can't really be together. Because humans tend to age, you know. I really wanted to write about this and I knew it would be a challenge so I hope you like it! Remember to let me know what you think. Love, BamonTivaLove

I'm sitting on my living room couch, watching the latest episode of Project Runway and laughing at the ridiculousness of some of the designs. It's been a long time since I've been able to spend a Friday night normally, without evil vampires trying to kill me or doing spells to protect Elena. In fact, when I try, I can't quite remember what life was like before Damon and Stefan blew into town, bringing with them the dangers and uncertainty of their lives. As much as I love Damon and care about Stefan, even I have to admit life was a lot less stressful and a lot more certain before they came along.

I'm just about to change the channel, when there's a light but quick knock on my front door. If this had been two years ago, I would've gotten up and opened the door without thinking about it. But this isn't two years ago. This is now and I look to the door with trepidation, my heart stopping for a second. I mentally prepare myself for just about anything and walk to the door, slowly and quietly. My hand touches the door knob and I take a deep breath.

"I can feel your fear through the door," calls a voice.

"Damon," I say, breathing a sigh of relief as I open the door.

He's standing on my porch, smiling deviously and cocking his head.

"Who were you expecting?" he asks.

"I have no idea," I said, rubbing my forehead and nodding at the books in his arms. "What are those?"

"These are going to change your life," he replies, stepping inside my house and placing them on the coffee table.

"What is it?" I ask again, crossing my arms and peering at the old looking covers.

"Look through them," he says, throwing himself on my couch so that he's lying down.

The books look like my grams' grimoire, but older and thicker and the binding has some engraving I can't quite make out. I sit on the floor, so close to Damon I can feel his breath on my neck. I open them slowly, as if at any moment something will come out and grab me. It seems I approach a lot of things this way these days. The first think I notice is a picture of several women, one of them is Emily. I realize it's a family tree, but there are no men, just women.

"That is the Bennett witch lineage," murmurs Damon.

I nod absentmindedly and feel my breath catch in my throat as I realize Emily is the last one to be listed.

"Where did you get this?" I ask, turning to look at him.

He avoids my eyes but answers me.

"When Emily was…taken, I saved her children and took her books with me. I thought one of them had to be the grimoire. I didn't know my father had taken it."

"So you've had these all this time," I say, slightly annoyed that Damon knows more about my family's history than I do.

"Yeah," he murmurs, almost as if he's getting ready to be lectured.

"Damon why didn't you give these to me sooner?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows, completely confused.

He shrugs and starts playing with a strand of my hair. "I don't know. I really don't. I think I just forgot about them until now. I figured they'd help you with all the trouble you've been having with spells and stuff."

I snatch the strand of hair out of his hand and narrow my eyes at him.

"Are you sure you weren't keeping it for other reasons?" I ask.

He's staring at me for a few seconds before he figures out what I'm insinuating. When he does realize it, his eyes widen and his jaw tenses.

"What, you think I kept it to use it against you?" he says, sitting up quickly.

"I don't know," I say, shrugging. "What other reason could there be Damon?"

"I don't know Bonnie," he says, raising his voice. "The entire world doesn't revolve around you believe it or not. I didn't keep it to use it against you, I just forgot about it okay? Jesus."

There's a long silence before the guilt starts to kick in. I look up Damon, who is staring off into space.

"Hey," I say, resting my chin on his knee and looking up at him. "I'm sorry. I just got a little paranoid, that's all. I know you wouldn't do that."

He looks down at me and I can see him trying to make up his mind about whether he should storm out or forgive me. When he rolls his eyes, I know I am forgiven.

"I'm not out to get you Bonnie," he says, grabbing my ponytail and pulling it a little so that he can kiss me on the mouth.

"I know," I say, my lips still against his.

"So are you going to look through that thing or should I just take it back?" he asks, nodding at the book.

"Don't you dare," I say, going back to flipping through the pages.

Damon leaves when he realizes my attention will be completely focused on the books and not him. I barely notice him leave because I'm so intrigued by the contents of the books. They're each like a diary of sorts. Each witch documented their lives, from spells they created to the troubles they had to persecution they faced. I learned that nearly every witch had experienced nose bleeds and passing out at one point or another. I learned that Emily had come into her abilities when she was eleven, far younger than anyone else in the bloodline ever had. It was three in the morning and my eyelids were drooping when I came across something that completely woke me up. There was a passage by Evangeline Bennett, Emily's grandmother, where she talked about falling in love with a vampire.

May 5, 1790

Today I met a man who could cause disaster amongst my loved ones. His name is Demitri Vodianova and he informed me that he is originally from Russia. I don't know if he knows that I know what he is, but he acts as though he's not aware of it. Despite my knowledge of what he is, I couldn't help but be struck by his physical beauty. He had piercing green eyes that made me weary, golden hair and icy pale skin. I saw warmth in his eyes, in spite of his cold skin. I don't know if I will ever see him again, since we met on the street but I will do my best to avoid him.

9 May , 1790

I saw him again today when I was out buying flowers for the kitchen table. It seems as though he had followed me but I didn't bring it up for fear of what kind of temper he possessed. He asked me how I was and I replied with a quick smile and "fine, thank you." Although I knew I was foolish to trust him, I found him strangely genuine and kind. He didn't try to compel me, which I suppose could mean that he knows what I am, but I like to believe it is the result of him being a good person.

16 May , 1790

I feel like a childish girl but I have the strong sense that I am falling in love with Demitri, and he with me. We have spent almost every waking second together, conversing and laughing and exchanging letters in which we reveal our innermost secrets. He has yet to reveal to me what he is, but I feel that he will soon. Occasionally I see him gazing at me, as though he has so much he wants to tell me. I wish I could confess to him all that I know, but I want him to have faith in me. My mother does not approve of my friendship with him, but she says nothing. I do not know why this is but she has yet to stand in my way.

19 May , 1790

He has finally revealed to me what he is and I couldn't be more happy than if he had proposed to me. He was hesitant and fearful at first, but I soon saw the fear dissolve as he began to speak. I told him what I am and he was not the least bit surprised. He told me he knew this all along since he'd been familiar with the name Bennett for many years. I asked him if he knew of my knowledge of what he is and he said he did. I asked him why he had not acknowledged it and he said he knew I wished for him to be the one to tell me. He kissed me afterwards and even though I knew I should have pushed him away, I couldn't help myself and I kissed him in return. His eyes began to turn red but he refused to give in to his desires and instead looked away until the urge left him. I knew in that moment that I wanted to be with him.

23 May , 1790

Everyday I spend with Demitri, I fall more and more in love with him. His existence as a vampire has no effect on my feelings for him, though it should. I have shown him some of the spells I can do and he has told me of his life, of when he was turned, of his family before he was turned. I feel as though I've known him all my life.

28 May, 1790

There has been one thought occupying my mind more than any other for some time now. I love Demitri and though I knew from the beginning of his immortality, I am troubled over our future. I cannot possibly live forever and the idea of becoming like him is an impossibility. I do not know what I am to do. The thought of living without him brings about a pain in my heart like no other.

30 May, 1790

I have spoken to Demitri of my concerns and judging by his reaction, I feel as though he was expecting this conversation. He told me, rather stoically, that this was a decision I was to make on my own and that he would support whatever decision I made. He said his life was a difficult one and he would never force it upon me. He also said he loved me very much and would leave me in peace if I were to decide to stay human. I have been crying hopelessly all night and my eyes feel as though they are on fire. I am unsure of what to do. I cannot watch those I love grow old and pass on, yet, I cannot be without Demitri.

2 June, 1790

Demitri and I have parted ways. I decided becoming a vampire is not something I can live with, it is not what I want despite how much I want Demitri. He was devastated, I know, but he did not fight me. He kissed me passionately one last time, and I smiled at me before leaving me forever. I do not know if I well regret this decision in twenty years, but I know it was for the best.

15 July, 1790

It has been over a month since I said goodbye to Demitri. I fear I will never love another the way I loved him. I have not met any man that has been able to compare to him. I feel I have made the biggest mistake of my life.

I shut the book before I can read any more and I feel my chest tightening and my blood racing. I am terrified of what I've just read. The idea of Damon being immortal and I being human has entered my mind many times before. I've always just pushed it aside and labeled it as something we'd deal with later. But now, reading Evangeline's diary, it's become more real than I'd ever hoped to acknowledge.