"Damon, where did you get that?" Bonnie asked looking at the gold and silver vase. It was encrusted with precious gems and it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Damon was trying to give her.

"I stole it from Klaus," he shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.

"What is with you and your brother and taking things from Klaus?" she asked backing away from him. "You need to take that back now," she yelled.

Bonnie and Damon were in the study of the boarding house. Damon had ordered her there to open the jar. According to the hybrid Damon stole it from it was supposed to ensure that Klaus would have them forever. "Bennett, if what that hybrid said was true we all could be in trouble. Do you want an endless supply of those things walking around?" he asked her.

"Whatever is in there is evil and we can't open it," she yelled at him.

"Look witch I plan on destroying whatever is in here so stop worrying about those stupid witchy spirits," he ordered her.

"Damon the last time I didn't listen to the spirits things didn't turn out so good," she reminded him.

"If he gets what's inside this urn he won't need Elena anymore, and that is our only way of controlling him. Who knows how many innocent people he will kill," Damon said softening his voice a little. He studied Bonnie's emerald green eyes, and he knew she was going to give in.

"Damon, I don't know what to do to get into that thing," she said taking the bate. Sometimes a witch just needs some tender love and care, Damon thought to himself.

"You're doing this for Elena," he reminded her.

The look she gave him suggested something else. It was almost as if she was going to correct him, but what else would she say. If she wasn't going to do it to say innocent people, who else besides Elena could she be doing this for?

"I'm going to take it and see if there's something in the grimoire," she said her eyes held his again. "You are really raking up the favors," she said with a teasing smile.

If Damon didn't know better he would think the witch had a little crush, but Bonnie Bennett hated everything there was to hate about Damon Salvatore and more. Something about that hate inside of Bonnie made Damon think about what it would be like if he got into those skin tight jeans he loved so much. But then again soon he'd have Elena and she wouldn't appreciate thoughts like that.

Bonnie had been working on opening the urn for Damon. She didn't want to but he was sure it was going to help save Elena somehow. The poor boy sure was persistent. Bonnie's phone rung on the floor next to her. It was Damon, and eight o'clock. Two hour past when she promised to meet him at the grill. "I'm on my way," she said grabbing a grimoire and heading out the door.

"That thing better be open Judgy," Damon yelled then hung up.

Damon Salvatore was something else. "Where did he get off telling me what I better do?" she thought. He was responsible for her grams death, and he was responsible for her mother being a runaway vampire. Damon didn't deserve her help, but for some reason she still was going to.

"Damon where are we going?" she screamed. Damon was dragging her to his car and hushing her. "If you don't let go of me Salvatore I will set you on fire again," she said snatching her arm back.

"Promise," he said wiggling his eyebrow in that ridiculous way of his.

"Damon what is your problem?" she asked trying to be calm. Maybe that will make him be mature.

"Lighten up witchy, everything is okay," he smiled at her.

"Way did you drag me away from the Grill?" she asked flustered.

"Klaus is in there. He and Stefan are having a heart to heart," he smiled.

"I wish Stefan would end this thing with Klaus," she sighed.

"We will once you finish with plan B. Did you get the jar open?" he asked.

"Not yet I found a spell to do it though," she smiled at him.

"Well, if you had the spell why didn't you open it?" he asked looking over at her as they pulled off.

"Um, because if there's something that's going to eat me in that thing, it's going after you too," she said with a devious smile. It made Damon wonder why she hated him. They were one in the same when it came down to it. "You shouldn't take things that aren't yours."

And there it was. "Sorry mom," he said hanging his head like a bad little school boy, then again that would be a fun game to play with Bonnie.

Damon drove to the caves and instructed Bonnie to put the jar in the middle of the tomb and say the spell behind him at the opening. Since he couldn't enter that part he hoped whatever was in that jar couldn't leave. "What if this doesn't work?"

"Then I hope you have something in your grimoire that can stop whatever is in that thing," he smiled down at her.

Bonnie sucked in a hard breath and got to work on her spell. Damon watched the jar ready to take on whatever came out. Soon a white smoke surrounded it and the jar started to shake. Damon smiled a little to himself. Bonnie isn't half bad at this witch stuff. I'm sure Shelia is proud of her, he thought fondly to himself. Then the lid popped off the jar. They both stayed put for a moment. "Go get it," Damon said nudging his head at the jar.

Bonnie's eyes narrowed in the sarcastic way he hated. "You go… Oh that's right," she smiled at him.

"Witch if you don't bring me that jar I'll," he started turning to tower over her.

Bonnie stood tall and met his demanding gaze. "You'll what go get it yourself," she said with a cocky smirk.

"Stefan can't side track Klaus much longer. Sooner or later he's going to find out his jar is missing, and a certain witch is the only one in this town that can do that," he smiled at her.

"Did you make me help you so you can pin this all on me?" she yelled. That didn't go the way I planned. Damon thought. "Did you?"

"Stefan and I knew you were the only witch for the job, and neither of us would let anyone hurt you," he said trying to reassure her.

"Yeah like you didn't mean to hurt my Grams or my mom," she yelled.

"It was just a harmless threat Bonnie. And you know I'm sorry about Shelia. And your mom was just a flake. You're better off without her," he said going to hug her.

"Don't touch me," she cried slapping his arms away. She knew he was right about her mom. Hell she knew Abby was a flake all alone, but it still hurt to loss her, again.

"Bonnie I needed to help Elena," he started.

"Bullshit, you did it for yourself. You did it in hopes of her not wanting Stefan anymore, because you can't face the fact that Elena WILL NEVER LOVE A MONSTER LIKE YOU DAMON SALVATORE!" she yelled at him.

Damon didn't have a response, and Bonnie wasn't going to let him get the chance to either. She walked over to the jar and retrieved it and the lid. She walked back to Damon and thrust it forcefully into his chest. "I hope you live happily ever after with the precious Elena," she smiled and walked out of the cave.

Damon didn't know how to calm her. She was way beyond pissed off and he couldn't control her now. "Bonnie you can't walk all the way back to the grill," he said running after her. "Bonnie come on to the car," he ordered, but she just kept walking. He set the jar in the back seat and ran in front of her at vampire speed. "Bonnie I said,"- he started then he fell to his knees holding his head. "Bonnie stop," he begged writhing in agony. She knew no matter how long he laid there like that, it wouldn't make things better. "Please," he yelled bright red.

Bonnie did as he said and he got up. "Leave me alone Damon," she said in a gentle whisper with one stray tear betraying her and falling down her cheek.

Damon hated seeing Bonnie like this. She was the last person in the world that deserved to hurt as much as she did. He was the cause of the blunt of her pain and suffering. He wished there was a way to take it back. Before even he realized what he was doing Damon Salvatore pressed his lips against Bonnie's and he kissed the young Bennett witch. It felt better then he thought it would, so he wrapped his arms around her. Before he knew it her hands were tugging on his hair and that was it. He needed more. "Damon?"

"Hey," Damon turned and smiled at his brother. Stefan looked confused. "She opened the jar," he said walking over to his car and pretending like he never kissed Bonnie. Even though something deep down inside he wanted to do much more.

They all sat silent as Damon drove to the boarding house Stefan sat in the back seat with a huge smile on his face. He looked between the two of them wondering why that kiss took so long. He thought Bonnie might have set Damon on fire again if he hadn't shown up, but then again she seemed to be enjoying it a lot. "So do you want to tell me what just happened?" Stefan asked looking to Damon.

"Yeah, if you don't shut up about it I'm going to kick your ass," he smiled at his little brother.

"How about you Bonnie?" Stefan smiled at her. She responded by sending a searing pain though his head. "Okay I get it," he said holding his head and falling back on the seat.

"Can you take me to my car," Bonnie said not able to look at Damon after what he just did.

"Yeah," he said driving down to the grill. "Bonnie I'm sorry," Damon whispered to her.

"Bye," she said not turning to look at him and slamming the car door pretty hard.

"That was some kiss hunh?" Stefan asked with a smile.

"I said shut up," he yelled aggravated.

This is my first VD story so please review!