I know that I shouldn't be starting a new fic, I can't even guarantee that I will update, but this is a little AU thing that I started about a year or two ago and I wanted to see you guys' reaction to it. Enjoy :)

Prologue

Bonnie stumbled into the boarding house, tears streaming down her face and streaking down her cheeks, blurring her vision.

'Damon.' She sobbed, stumbling towards the stairs on her quest to find her boyfriend. Her hands clutched her slightly swollen abdomen as she practically fell up the stairs.

'Bonnie?' She let out a loud, heartbroken sob as she turned and stumbled down the stairs into the arms of Stefan Salvatore who had just entered the house. His eyes were wide with worry as he stroked her back. 'What's wrong?' His voice was laced with concern for his brother's girlfriend who had become like a sister to him.

'I…I need…Damon, Stefan I…need Damon, please.' She was weeping uncontrollably as she broke down in his arms. He rubbed her back, attempting to soothe her.

'Ssssh, Bon, its okay, we'll find him, we'll get Damon.' He led her gently upstairs as her tears began to subside. 'Bonnie, you can tell me what's going on, you know. I'm here for you.' She shook her head, her chest constricting as she thought back to her predicament.

'Stefan, please, I can't…' He nodded reassuringly as he continued to lead her up the stairs. They quickly made their way to Damon's room, where a pair of voices were barely audible. Bonnie reached for the door handle when Stefan grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand back. She stared up at him in confusion and saw his face was strained with concentration as he appeared to be listening to what was going on.

Suddenly, a flash of rage crossed his face and he flung the door open to reveal Elena and Damon, her almost sister and the love of her life, lying half naked on his bed, their lips locked as they frantically tore at the remaining clothes covering the other's skin. Bonnie felt her heart crack and shatter as they pulled away from each other and looked towards the door where she stood alongside Stefan.

'Bonnie-' Damon whispered, guilt filling his eyes as he observed his girlfriend, her jaw slack with shock and her face pale. Stefan let out a feral growl and lunged for his brother, pinning him to the floor and, with all his vampiric strength, throwing punch after punch into his older brother's face. Elena shrieked and yelled for Stefan to stop, for Bonnie to help Damon, for Damon to push him away. No one paid any heed to her hysterical pleas. Stefan continued to viciously attack his brother whilst Damon lay limply beneath him, putting up no kind of resistance and Bonnie stood shell-shocked in the door way.

'Stefan.' She finally managed to whisper hoarsely. It was faint, Stefan was barely able to hear her even using his enhanced hearing, but it was enough. The brokenness of her voice was what propelled him away from his brother and over to Bonnie in order to pull her into a tight hug. He turned back to his brother who was lying on the floor, his wounds healing and his ex-girlfriend who was sitting on her haunches atop of the bed, tears streaming down her pale cheeks as she watched Stefan with unrestrained fear etched across her features.

'I hope you're both very happy together.' He spat out with disgust.

'Stefan, wait! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never meant for this to happen.' She turned to Bonnie, the sight of her looking so lost breaking her heart further. 'Bonnie, you have to believe me, I never meant for this to happen, I'm so sorry.' Bonnie stared at Damon, unresponsive as she watched the man she loved push himself up from the floor, his eyes never once leaving her.

'Bon, we have to leave.' Stefan gently pulled on her arm as he attempted to pull her away from the door.

'NO!' Damon screamed and sped towards them. He was so close, he just needed to cross over the doorway, when all of a sudden, he hit an invisible wall and was thrown backwards. He was on his feet in an instant, back to the open door, desperately trying to get past the obstacle. He knew that his efforts were futile, that the message behind Bonnie's actions was clear – she did not want to be near him. 'Bonnie, please.' She looked at him blankly, her face expressionless as though she were no longer seeing him, but rather straight through him, before turning and walking away. His desperate shouts and implorations for her to turn and listen to him fell on deaf ears as she rounded a corner and descended gracefully down the stairs. Anger, defeat and anguish settled on him and so he did the only thing that he could think of. He turned and ripped furniture up, throwing each item against a wall, he pulled the sheets from his bed and shredded them with his hands, tossing their remnants around his dishevelled room and he threw the picture of himself and Bonnie at the invisible wall holding him prisoner within his room. It bounced off of it and fell to the ground, the glass smashing as it hit the floor. He sank down to the floor and surveying the damage, began to cry. The carnage in his room only did well to duplicate the state of his heart.

A/N: soooo...yay or nay? feedback is much appreciated