Bonnie

This book was complete crap! It had been two years since the day Elena got Stefan back; since the two of them had left for Italy, engaged, to start a new life; since Matt, Meredith, and I all left for different colleges; since I'd last seen vampires. I but hadn't forgotten one itty-bitty detail – and vampires sure didn't sparkle. And of course they had fangs! Great job, modern-day world, you'll never find the real vampires because you have no clue what they are anymore. They would never find…

Damon. Oh, his name still sent a familiar cool chill down my spine. When Klaus had severely injured and nearly killed both him and Stefan, and he looked at me so helplessly, letting his guard down… And when he kissed me behind Vickie Bennett's house, I just had no clue. But I would always want him; I would never forget a thing about Damon Salvatore. I would never admit it, but I loved him.

"It was all real, Damon does exist," I whispered feverishly to myself, squeezing my eyes shut and then widely opening them. I shook my head back and forth, disbelief overpowering me as I stared at the words sitting on my lap. The words weren't true; they couldn't be true, right? Damon and Stefan were real, not just part of my imagination, right? I picked up the book and threw it at my floor, standing up from where I sat on my bed. I stood and walked through my lonely apartment to my bathroom. I saw my fiery curls tangled and my freckled face flushed. My chest was heaving, and my eyes watered. I lived alone, and hadn't spoken to anyone about vampires since I visited Meredith and her fiancée Alaric about a month ago. And Matt was always too busy as the starting quarterback of Virginia Tech (with Caroline a cheerleader there, also); I hadn't seen him in several months now.

"Oh, get a grip, McCullough," I sneered at the mirror, mad at myself for how foolish I was being.

I splashed some freezing cold water on my face, brushed my teeth, and eventually left the bathroom to go change into my sleepwear – it was near summer at the University of Virginia, so I was basically wearing a pink camisole and boyshorts set. I walked back out into my bedroom area and picked the phony book of the ground. It was called Twilight, a New York Times best seller. Meredith had recommended it to me as a joke. So I was supposed to laugh at it. I contemplated the possibility for a second, before finally accepting the challenge.

I turning out my lights for the evening and lit a few candles on my coffee table – I felt more right doing this; I was a psychic, anyway. I sat down on my couch, propped up my feet, and threw a blanket over myself, before I started animatedly throwing myself into this supposed vampire romance-drama-comedy. I started from the point where Bella was with, um… Edward, in a meadow, and he was glittering like a gay bar, explaining in an emo manner why he didn't have fangs or any of the cool shit vampires were supposed to have. I did end up getting a kick out of it, and giggled out loud at some parts, sometimes so wildly you'd think I was going insane. I even commentated some parts.

"'The lion fell in love with the lamb.' What kind of a pick-up line is that?" I giggled frantically to the point where it almost hurt. "What would Damon say? Edward Cullen's not a really vampire; he's an abomination who must be burned. Wait, but he sparkles, will he even catch fire? Oh, yeah, never mind, that's how he dies… Damon, oh Damon…" I talked to myself, looking up and around the room. Here was your average 20-year-old Southern college student, reading and commentating on vampires, alone, by candlelight.

"The epitome of sanity," I joked, sarcasm bleeding through the tone I used. Literally. I gave myself a paper cut as I attempted to turn a page. Ouch. Better get a Band-Aid on that…

Damon

I was flying, yes. But no one would look up into the sky and see some mysterious man up in the sky. I was a crow, soaring silently over Fell's Church, Virginia. I wasn't sure why I came back, but I felt as if I was drawn here after so many years. I had to… damn, I didn't know what I had to do. It was something to do with someone. Not Mutt, not scary Meredith, not the Caroline girl, but the little witch? Bonnie, with her flaming curls and scattered freckles and soft lips– Get a hold of yourself, Damon!

I couldn't think of a human like that, a witch or not. They were the prey; I was the hunter. They were there for my food, my entertainment, and my pleasure. That was it; there was nothing more to them than blood. But, I didn't always think that, did I? Elena was human, but her and my marshmallow of a little brother were now married back home in Italy – a place I would now never return to of my own will. But there was no way that the witch could have a hold like that on me.

God, I was really getting hungry. Well, I wasn't going to just fly around contemplating and brooding – which relative of mine did that remind me of? I was going to find a tasty little snack like… Caroline Forbes. That sounded good. I flew over to her house, and rooted myself in the tree right outside her window. There I turning back into the dark young man I was as looked and listened for any movement or sign of inhabitants. None. She probably went off to college, just like all the others. I had seen Mutt on television playing football before, and knew that Meredith had gone to live with the vampire-obsessed fake History teacher who was way too young to be a history teacher anyway. But where had Bonnie gone…?

Damon, oh Damon, a whisper Called in the wind just then. A very familiar-yet-changed whisper, at that. I would know that sweet voice anywhere. The Italian Renaissance young man in me wanted to call that voice il mio piccolo uccello rosso caro. My beloved small red bird. But the American from the 21st century just called her one, sweet little word. Bonnie. She was calling me from somewhere near. I didn't even hesitate to change back into a crow and take to the skies, following the direction from where her voice had called to me.

I soon found myself flying over the campus of the University of Virginia, making my way to a small apartment complex. I noticed briefly and uninterestedly that the nightlife was busy at several restaurants, clubs, and shops. But I was drawn to a dimly lit apartment room with open blinds. It was just my luck that there was a really tall… something tree right across the street from the barely lit room. Bonnie's room, or at least where she was when she called me. I flew to it, perched on a branch, and turned back into Damon Salvatore – my incredibly dark and dashing vampire-human self. I sat on the branch effortlessly, as if it was a recliner, and looked into the small, clean window.

There she sat with a blanket on her lap, arms, neck, and legs exposed. She was reading a large book, and was giggling softly. The room was candlelit – typical – and she had a small bandage around her right index finger. She looked much more like a woman than I remembered her – she was a college sophomore now, and she was bound to change and move on eventually. But she couldn't have moved on too far, because she called me, didn't she? It definitely wasn't my imagination that brought me to her exact location.

I observed her a while, watching her eyes light up and her lips form a smile when she read something that made her laugh. Her voice was sweet and definitely more mature – like it sounded amazing. She curls bounced when her shoulders moved shook with laughter. I completely lost track of time… until at about 11 o' clock she spoke. With the window closed, it was so faint, but I could make it out with my hearing.

"If he was mine… would he ever change me?" she sighed, shaking her head and frowning slightly. "Oh, Damon…"

Wait, me? She was talking about me changing her? She wanted that? She wanted me to be hers? Why was I even here? Oh, yeah, she called me… Then why wasn't I over there, asking her why the hell she called me? I shook my head and, to avoid unneeded attention, slowly swung down the tall tree's limbs, not showing any supernatural ability. I finally made my way to the solid ground, and jumped down to it, as no one would be looking around, actually looking for me. No one would notice my epic landing. Bravo, me, you have managed to both entertain and annoy yourself.

I ran across the wide street at human pace, but still avoiding the occasional cars. I hopped onto the fire escape and climbed quickly – I couldn't contain myself any more – I had to talk to her. She was obviously the reason I brought myself back to Virginia. I just couldn't get there fast enough for once – it bugged me. I was still hungry, but… I just had to see her. I would never hurt her.

I finally made it to her level, and I was sure she hadn't heard me – I had intentionally stepped light enough that the creaky old metal wouldn't even know I was running on it; I was barely touching it as I ran anyways. I stood away from the window, guaranteeing that she wouldn't see me. Know I would just have to make my presence known.

Bonnie

Edward wouldn't change Bella, and they were both being stubborn bitches about. If that were Damon and I, would he change me? Would I want to be changed? I couldn't stop thinking about that as I finished up this book. Wow, I really was a fast reader – did I just finish a nearly 500 page book in… about 4 hours! I'd being reading for so long! And I was kind of tired, but not enough to go to sleep yet on a Friday night.

"You rang?" a frighteningly familiar masculine voice called out. I froze where I sat, my eyes widening and searching the room while my body remained immobile. Wait, he had to be outside, he had never been invited in, much less even visited, or known where I lived… Holy crap. Damon.

I placed my book on my coffee table and cautiously stood, my heart accelerating to a speed it hadn't reached in a very long time. My head swiveled to my window, right across from my couch. And there he was, leaning casually against the window frame with an entertained smug smile only he could pull off. But there was an expression in his eyes, and it was dramatically different. They were wider than usual, and tinted with confusion and some other things. They were more real than the casual Damon smirk he wore.

I slowly advance toward him, right outside my window. I took in everything about him as I walked to him. The tight black tee, the leather jacket, the black jeans, and the black hair – definitely the vampire I remembered from high school. The crescent moon shone in the dark blue sky behind him, making the image all the more menacing and all the more alluring. Why in hell was he here? And he said that I rang him? Oh, the candles and everything… Apparently I had accidentally Called out to him. But he was close enough to hear, and then he actually came, showing up on my fire escape outside my window.

"Damon?" I whispered, still in a bit of disbelief as I opened the window. The warm wind lightly blew in, reminding me of how underdressed I was. And by the looks of his traveling eyes, he noticed it, too.

"Yep. It's me. Bonnie?" he said matter-of-factly right back at me. "You Called?"