A/N: For Stefonnie lovers…

Night...

The screen faded to black cutting off the horrible images. Bonnie Bennett sat on the couch with her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her companion for the evening stretched his over his head and yawned.

"Well…that was boring," Matt Donovan snorted.

Bonnie shot him a look before detaching herself from the couch where she proceeded to pick up their remnants from dinner. A half-eaten pepperoni and sausage pizza sat in a box, which was surrounded by crumbled napkins. Two half-full glasses of coke sat untouched.

"How can you say The Grudge was boring? The movie might be six years old, and I still can't sit through the whole thing without covering my eyes."

Matt chuckled as he reached for his cell phone which had been chirping all night. It was a text from the night manager at The Grill asking him another stupid question. Just like the others, he ignored it and stuffed the phone into his pocket.

"Just admit it, Bonnie. You're still afraid of the dark and have to sleep with a night light."

"Ha. Ha." She rolled her eyes and picked up her paper plate and prodded towards the kitchen.

Matt followed suit and the two quietly began to move around her little abode like an old married couple. Putting away odds and ends, and washing the dishes that were in the sink.

Tonight was supposed to be pizza and scary movie night. Matt had been the only person to show up. Bonnie had gotten a text from Caroline saying she and Tyler wouldn't make it because things were still weird between her, Matt, and Tyler. And not to mention Tyler now being a hybrid, Caroline didn't think it would be safe to have him around Matt.

That Bonnie could understand and didn't hold it against her.

Elena and Jeremy on the other hand?

Well, Jeremy was still with Katherine doing God knows what. Naturally this didn't sit well with Bonnie, but Jeremy promised he was safe as long as Katherine felt he was useful.

Elena—yes had been through yet another horrible ordeal at the hands of Klaus, and was off with Damon doing whatever it was they did when they found themselves completely alone. Bonnie had misgivings about that knowing good judgement could become clouded when someone was feeling vulnerable. Hopefully, Elena would remember to keep certain boundaries in place.

That said, the only person available to hang out was Matt.

Bonnie had to say to herself it was good being around Matt and remembering how life used to be before vampires, werewolves, and hybrids rolled into town. It made her long for the simplicity of life that was no longer an option for her. Sure she could deny being a witch, go off to college, marry an accountant, and get a job as a librarian or teacher somewhere, but…the idea traumatized Bonnie more than gave her comfort.

She had stepped into her destiny long ago, and finally stopped fighting who she was.

"Are you going to be okay here by yourself?" Matt asked after drying his hands with a paper towel.

Bonnie looked at him over her shoulder and smiled. "I'll be fine. I think. So long as I stay out of the attic."

"I mean…I could stay, you know. Just to be on the safe side."

Bonnie leaned against the center island and propped a hand on her hip. "Matt Donovan, are you scared to go home? Do you need me to walk you to your car?"

To that Matt rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Bonnie's shoulder. "I'm just trying to be a gentleman."

"Or get lucky."

"Yeah, I'm sure Jeremy would try to kick my ass if I attempted to put the moves on his girl."

"Hey, don't hate on my boyfriend. He has definite bark to his bite or is it bite to his bark?"

Matt chuckled and then clapped his hands together. "I should hit the road. Unless you want me to stay to protect you."

Bonnie snorted and pushed away from the kitchen island. "Good night, Matt."

She followed Matt to the front door, opened it for him, and then found herself pressed against his muscular chest in a tight embrace.

"Thanks for having me over."

Bonnie loosened her grip, pulled away, "No problem. We should do this more often…I mean as a group. This'll be our final year together so we should get in as much group time as we can."

Matt nodded his head and then jiggled his keys in his pocket. He wasn't so sure he was ready to hang out with Tyler, Caroline, and Elena just yet. He was still smarting over his breakup with Caroline although being the one to initiate it. Didn't mean it hurt any less.

He looked down at Bonnie and wondered how she remained so strong in face of so much death, loss, and pain. He'd ask her one day but not tonight.

"Sleep tight," he said after a while.

"Text me to let me know you made it home all right."

Matt stepped out on the porch and swung around to face her. He grinned. "Afraid I might get lost on the way?

Bonnie shook her head as she held on to the door frame. "Afraid you might get eaten on the way."

Matt would have laughed at that if there wasn't a possibility of it happening. Now knowing what he knew about his hometown, there was no telling what might be lurking in the bushes right this instant.

Instead of giving into his mounting fear, he tossed up a hand in a lazy wave. "Lock up tight," he advised before hopping in his truck.

Bonnie remained on the porch until she saw his taillights disappear around the corner. Sighing, she closed and locked the front door.

Retreating inside her living room, she slapped the hood of the pizza box closed, ejected the DVD from the flat screen, and turned off the end table lamp.

The sound of hinges groaning and squeaking made Bonnie freeze. A door had opened; the one in the kitchen to be specific. Carefully sitting the pizza box down on the table, Bonnie cautiously rounded the couch, paused. She stood to her full height and surveyed what she could of the kitchen without having to go inside.

Nothing seemed remiss, but she knew better.

"Matt if that's you, you're not funny," she said despite the fact her pulse was accelerating and an eerie sensation ran up and down her spine.

It was too quiet. Bonnie could discern no one breathing. Couldn't hear any movement, either. Nothing but the sound of her throbbing heartbeat.

"Matt," she took a single step forward when the door slammed shut.

Startled, Bonnie gasped and took off halting long enough to grab her car keys. She'd head over to Caroline's because she knew her friend was home, that is if she made it to her car without anything happening to her in the process.

Bonnie threw open the front door and screamed.

"Hello, Bonnie."

Her scream lasted for perhaps sixty seconds too long before she cut them off, breathing erratically.

"Stefan!"

The vampire in question smiled in her direction.

Bonnie knew he was back in Mystic Falls with one sole purpose: to keep Elena under his protection—whatever the fuck that meant. Since his return, Bonnie had had no contact with Stefan since he was either busy drinking himself into a stupor, annoying the heck out Damon keeping him on his toes, or all around being creepy. Like he was being right now.

She didn't allow his casual stance against the threshold to belie her into thinking she could trust him. The Stefan standing before her wasn't the Stefan she had called a friend only four months ago. There was no humanity to his eyes, just lethal cunning. His forehead definitely wasn't brooding—it was wrinkle free, the kind of forehead that said "I don't give a shit."

Bonnie gulped nervously. "What do you want, Stefan?"

He straightened from his lean against the doorjamb and peered down at her. His gaze was sharp and intimidating, but Bonnie rose to the occasion and put on her poker face.

"To come inside, of course. We haven't seen each other in a long time, Bonnie. We should catch up."

Bonnie snorted and folded her arms defensively across her chest. "We have nothing to say to each other. Your humanity has been severed. You honestly think I'm going to let you anywhere near me?"

Stefan shrugged a careless shoulder. "Despite what you may think of me, I didn't come here to fight."

"All right, so cut the crap and tell me why you're here," Bonnie demanded, proud her voice didn't waver or falter.

Stefan could smell her mounting fear. It went hand-in-hand with her anger, which was his personal favorite aphrodisiac. "I'm hungry."

Bonnie couldn't prevent her eye roll anymore than she could prevent the sun from rising. "Then take your ass to the nearest blood bank."

She gripped the door, preparing to slam it in his face when Stefan's hand shot out preventing it from doing so. With one push, he thrust the door out of her hands causing Bonnie to jump out of the way lest she be hit with it. The door slammed into the wall, denting it.

Bonnie turned incredulous eyes to Stefan whose face was a perfect mask of wickedness.

"I don't think I've made myself clear, Bonnie," his face became downright unfriendly. "I'm hungry. You are going to invite me inside, and I'm going to drink from you. If you don't, I start killing your neighbors beginning with the Addison's. I believe the mom just gave birth to a cute baby girl. You wouldn't want her to grow up as an orphan would you?"

Bonnie felt her jaw go tight and her power screaming for release to teach the bastard standing before her a very valuable lesson.

"Asshole!"

"The decision is yours and," he laughed, "I don't think you're fast enough to stop me."

"I can stop you," she said defiantly.

Stefan winked at her. "Oh, yes give me an aneurysm; try to set me on fire. Go ahead and give it your best shot."

Bonnie didn't want to hurt him, but she would to protect the lives of her neighbors. So she concentrated on her inner source of energy, and directed it towards his head.

Stefan merely stood there undeterred.

Why wasn't it working? The blood vessels in his brain should have been popping like boils right about now.

"You done?" he asked with one eyebrow lifted in the air.

Bonnie groaned as she called off the pisonic attack.

Stefan's lethal smile was back in place as he slipped his hand under the collar of his shirt to pull out a charm.

"Klaus knows his fair share of witches who specialize in different talents. I met this witch who spells charms to protect against mental attacks. I figured it'd be useful one day since I know a witch who's so fond of popping a supernatural's blood vessels like she's chewing gum. What's it going to be, Bonnie? Either you offer yourself up or I go door-to-door like its Halloween."

And Bonnie knew Stefan would do it too since he was no longer programmed to care.

Her chin rose defiantly, "Are you going to kill me? You're incapable of stopping once you taste human blood."

Stefan shrugged like a human's death was nothing more than a bad side effect when dealing with a vampire.

Bonnie felt ice run through her veins. He was using her humanitarian heart against her, but…that didn't mean she wanted to die in the place of a bunch of strangers and she had no insurance Stefan wouldn't go on a killing spree once he drunk from her anyway.

Shifting his weight on his feet, gums tingling at the prospect of a meal, Stefan said, "Do we have a deal or not? This is the last time I'm going to ask."

Mentally, Bonnie began to strategize. She was sure she could easily make a stake out of something and plunge it through Stefan's heart before he could sink his fangs into her. If the timing was right. Sure, Damon and Elena wouldn't be happy with her for killing Stefan, but she'd write him an awesome eulogy.

Summoning up what was left of her strength, Bonnie took a step back. "Come in, Stefan."

Stefan placed one foot over the threshold followed by the other, standing so close to Bonnie that their clothes brushed up against one another. He reached for the door and shut it behind him quietly, clicking the lock into place.

Bonnie blinked up at Stefan, her body completely rigid. She wouldn't give into the terror that was bubbling up from her innards to rest in the middle of her throat. If he was going to massacre her, he'd have to do it in the foyer. There was no need to make a bloody mess throughout the house.

However, Stefan had been dubbed 'The Ripper' for a reason, and Bonnie kind of figured her friends would find her patched together in little edible pieces.

"Get it over with," she said through clenched teeth. Annoyingly the bottom of her eyes began to line with tears.

Stefan captured a lock of Bonnie's chocolate hair between his fingers, brought it up to his nose to savor the scent of her shampoo. Vanilla and gardenias.

"What's the rush?" he whispered. "We have all right."

Okay that made her panic and anxiety spike. He wasn't simply going to turn her on like a faucet and be done with it. Stefan was going to continuously feed on her until he got bored and then snap her neck most likely. The thought of a prolonged death nearly made the world around Bonnie fade to black. She could handle many things. Torture wasn't one of them.

Stefan could read her terror so clearly, taste it so potently. He wondered how it would affect her blood since it was spiced with magic. The caramel-haired vampire did his best not to drool.

"I always wondered what you tasted like, Bonnie, but unfortunately my brother got that privilege before I could," Stefan pouted.

Bonnie glared. "He attacked me and you saved my life, Stefan. Do you remember that?" she asked heatedly. "You pushed Damon off of me before he could drain me dry."

He smiled but it wasn't a smile of reminiscence. "If Damon wanted you dead he just would have snapped your neck or ripped your heart out. He was merely…teaching you a lesson. My apologies," Stefan wagged his head, "teaching Emily a lesson, I mean."

Bonnie rolled her eyes and tapped her foot. This argument was pointless. Having enough of this trip down nightmare lane, Bonnie brushed her hair off her shoulders, and wrenched down the collar of her shirt. She turned her head to the left.

"Just…do it already."

Stefan couldn't stop the wriggling black veins underneath his eyes from showing. His sclera turned blood red, fangs extended.

He drew closer and closer until Bonnie felt the tip of his nose graze across her cheek. She pierced her eyes closed and waited. And waited. And waited.

Nothing happened.

Bonnie's closed lids flew open, and she looked at Stefan. His hungry gaze was rapt on her neck, but…he wasn't making any moves to bite her.

"Not here," he said gravelly.

Stefan took her by the arm and led her to the living room. Bonnie began to protest, but the pressure on her arm was such it was a miracle he didn't snap the bone.

"What are you doing?" Bonnie growled.

"Getting comfortable," he threw her down to the couch. Bonnie bounced against the cushions a few times before sliding over to the far end of the sofa.

Stefan sat down beside her, reached for the remote, and clicked on the TV. "So what was it you and Matt were watching The Grudge was it?"

"You were spying on us?"

He shifted a little to face her and grinned. "I didn't think he was ever going to leave."

"How long have you been watching me?"

"All day."

Bonnie blanched at the news. The entire day she had had another pair of eyes watching her every move and not once picked up on it. Either she had been completely self- absorbed or Stefan was just that sneaky and stealth. It may have been a combination of the two. So did that mean he saw when she was running around her bedroom naked trying to find her bathrobe?

The smile on his face said he had.

Bonnie arms unconsciously covered her lady parts.

Stefan slid back against the couch, slung an arm over Bonnie's shoulders and drew her closer.

She didn't understand his method. If he just wanted her blood why was he wasting time behaving as if they were on a date or chummy or whatever this was supposed to be about? Was this how he operated when he was addicted to human blood? Sitting up scenarios like he and his chosen victims were close friends who hung out, and he merely tapped a vein every once in a while until things got out of control and he mistakenly drained them dry?

The ten o'clock news was on. Bonnie couldn't force herself to concentrate on the anchorwoman as she discussed a house fire that happened across town.

"You need to relax, Bonnie."

"How can I relax when I know the reason why you're here? You know, I don't think you really want to drink my blood because you would have done so already."

Stefan laughed and tightened his grip on her shoulders. Bonnie squirmed against him uncomfortably.

"Stop trying to figure out my madness, Bonnie. It'll give you premature wrinkles."

Suddenly her cell phone binged. It was her text message alert. Matt had made it home.

Stefan looked over his shoulder at the device that rested atop the foyer table. Speeding over to it, he picked up her cell and read her text.

"Matt made it home. Should I reply back?" he held up her phone, and then answered his own question. "I should reply back so he won't worry." His hands began flying over the keys. "'Good to know. PS I might not be in school Monday so don't freak if you don't see me. B'"

Bonnie's face shriveled like she had eaten a lemon.

After sending the message, Stefan crushed her phone in his hand and sprinkled the pieces to the floor like it was glitter.

Since he was busy destroying her property, Bonnie took that as her opportunity to go for the phone in the kitchen.

Sprinting off the couch, she had just made it when a flash of wind flew past her. One minute the cordless was hanging on the wall, and the next, it was in Stefan's hand. He had ripped it clean from the wall.

Turning around, Bonnie headed for the stairs. There was another landline phone in her room.

By the time she made it to the top of the stairs, Stefan stood there with his arms folded looking amused.

"Going somewhere?" he smirked.

"You asshole! Why are you doing this?"

"Why not?' he yelled back in her face.

Bonnie, unthinkingly, flung her arms out. Her palms made contact with his chest in what should have been a push, but Stefan barely moved.

"Since you're up here, why don't we get more comfortable?"

"No."

"Yes."

He took her by the hand and began walking backwards towards her bedroom. Once inside, Stefan let go of her hand, flicked on the light and strolled confidentially to the bed. Bonnie stood poised next to her door ready to make another run for freedom.

But when she saw Stefan reach for her journal a new fear spiked through her.

"Stefan don't!"

But he was already on the other side of the room, and began to read the passages inside. When he saw his name, he paused long enough to read her words aloud.

"There are days when it's hard to focus around Stefan and Damon. And I'm not just talking about focusing on the task at hand, but focusing on keeping the part of me that's female locked away and from being exposed. It's embarrassing how sometimes I think about them when I shouldn't, considering how crazy Elena is about Stefan, and I have Jeremy in my life. But I can't help my curiosity and wonder what it would be like to kiss them, ride them, do things I shouldn't think about doing to them.

"Bonnie, I'm shocked."

She blushed from the bottom of her feet to the roots of her hair.

"It's cool," he said and for the first time Bonnie would have sworn the old Stefan had resurfaced. "And understandable that you'd want to have sex with me."

"Ass," she snapped and approached him while reaching for her journal. Stefan held it aloft. "Now you're starting to annoy me. Give me back my journal."

"Have you and Jeremy even gotten to second base yet?"

"Oh, my God, you are related to Damon. You sound just like him."

Stefan scoffed. "Damon got his coolness from me."

"Whatever. Give me my journal back. You came over here to drain me not embarrass me to death."

"Is someone getting impatient with me?" he wagged a finger at her. "That would be so unwise right now."

"I don't give a damn. You're going to do what you're going to do so do it already!"

Stefan stared at Bonnie for a moment before tossing her journal aside. "All right," he said and grabbed her.

Bonnie squeaked and had no time to prepare herself for what she thought would be her death.

However, instead of feeling his fangs pierce her skin, she felt his cold, urgent lips against hers.

It may have taken a second or minute or two for Bonnie to realize Stefan was kissing her, and that she was kissing him back. When she found enough force of will to push him off of her, Bonnie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She stared murderously at him.

Stefan inched closer, invading the witch's personal. His voice deepened with intimacy, with manipulation, "You know you want me."

Bonnie shook her head and took a step back. "You're insane."

"In the membrane," he chuckled and ran a finger along her jawbone. She slapped his hand away.

"I don't want you, Stefan. I love Jeremy. And somewhere deep inside you, you still love Elena."

To that the vampire's eyes darkened with menace. He mimicked the sound of a buzzer. "Eckkk, wrong, Bonnie. Elena doesn't do it for me anymore. Besides, she's currently hard up for my brother. Who am I to stand in the way of true love?" he mocked dreamily.

"Are you listening to yourself?" she asked. Bonnie had yet to realize she had been herded to her bed. "Elena was, no IS your life, Stefan. You care about her. You love her, and you'd never do anything to hurt her."

Stefan shook his noggin back and forth throughout her entire speech. "That love you speak of is like a vague memory. Like a dream you try to remember but can't. Those feelings are gone."

Bonnie didn't believe that. Not for a second.

When Stefan's body bumped into hers, Bonnie's knees buckled and she fell on top of her mattress. Her eyes never left his hoping if she kept talking she could reach into and bring out sensible Stefan who would never treat her like this, and would never betray Elena.

Stefan loomed over her and began to run his fingers through her hair. He bent at the waist at the same time he tilted Bonnie's chin up, his intent clear. She turned her head away.

"No, I'm not a cheater."

"Bonnie," Stefan's tone was reprimanding. "You rather dozens of people die because you won't kiss me?"

Her nostrils flared. "You're blackmailing me!"

"Then let's flip the tables. You want control? I'll give it to you. Demand I go on a killing spree or…kiss you."

This was preposterous Bonnie knew. But seeing the resolve to go out and slaughter whoever crossed his path crystallize in Stefan's orbs…settled things somewhat.

Her shoulders relaxed. Bonnie blinked owlishly. She'd beat herself up about this later. "Kiss me."

Their lips met yet Bonnie would never admit it was with mutual eagerness.

This is wrong the voice of reason screamed at her. This wasn't the Stefan who had professed his undying love to her best friend. Bonnie could say that with a clear conscience, but it was still Stefan. And she didn't lie when she said she loved Jeremy. She did. Hell she brought him back from the dead. So why was she allowing this to happen?

Maybe because he isn't drinking your blood, the other voice in her head said.

Before she could process what was taking place next, she was on her back and Stefan was devouring her lips like a dehydrated man drinking water. Bonnie's lips parted to cuss him out, but Stefan utilized that to stuff his tongue in her mouth.

Her intentions were to bite it off, but unfortunately hers grew a mind of its own and begun to massage his.

Stefan smiled in victory. Bonnie was giving in easier than he thought she would. Not to say she hadn't put up a fight, but he wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

After a few minutes of depriving her of oxygen, Stefan ended the kiss. Her eyes were heavy lidded.

"Are you going to bite me now?" Bonnie whispered feeling the betrayal of her body responding to him.

"Yes," he answered before injecting his fangs into the space where her shoulder and neck intersected.

Bonnie arched against the bed and screamed only a little until she realized that it didn't hurt. It felt a little weird. There was suction involved, and she could hear Stefan gulping her blood down his throat as if it were Gatorade, but there was very little pain.

Slowly she began to warm and her skin became tingly everywhere. Hmm, she thought almost languorously. What had been her biggest objection to vampires feeding on humans again? How could anything that felt this pleasant be a bad thing? Okay, so she didn't have the best experience at the time to judge, but now feeling Stefan take her blood with little to no pain, Bonnie squirmed but only to get closer.

Her blood was like drinking the best ripened grapes on earth. It had just the right amount of saltiness which meant Bonnie ate a very good diet, and it was thick enough to make him high and hard as hell. Stefan had to coach himself to slow down and enjoy it or he would accidentally kill her right there and then.

When he ejected his fangs from her skin, he rubbed the tip of his nose with Bonnie's. Lids shut, breathing steady, she was close to being completely knocked out.

So to wake her up, Stefan began kissing a trail from her chin to her clavicle. "Wake up, Bonnie," he coaxed.

Her eyes sprang open and they narrowed on Stefan. "Are you done?"

Stefan leaned up just enough to wrench his shirt clean off his body. Her eyes bulged as they came face-to-face with his impressive six pack.

"Let's see if we can bring your fantasy to life."

Monday came and Bonnie was finally permitted to leave her house. The entire weekend had been spent in a haze of feeding and…sex.

Her skin flushed at the thought.

Bonnie had lost count of how many showers she took. Sometimes she was allowed to shower alone while other times Stefan ambushed her, bringing her body to such completion hot tears usually slid down her cheeks.

Why didn't she do ANYTHING to stop him? She had the power to do it. At anytime she wanted she could have ripped that charm off his neck and given him an aneurysm powerful enough to flatten Manhattan. But she didn't. She either laid there spread eagle, or sat astride him, or was on all fours allowing Stefan to do any sinful thing to her body.

And she enjoyed every single minute of it.

Bonnie tried to rationalize that if he was with her he wasn't out hurting other people.

Self-justification was a very conscience freeing thing that was a lot of times misused.

Not one of her friends had popped up at the house to check on her. What was up with that? Bonnie pondered, bitterly. Now that she was cut off from the hundred dead witch bitches she was no longer useful? Surely with Stefan not lurking around the boardinghouse it meant he was somewhere terrorizing someone, and that didn't warrant Damon to put out an ABP for him?

Unless, Damon had taken Elena out of town.

Yeah, that sounded plausible.

And what about her own boyfriend? Was he even still alive? Did he fall for Katherine's charm, and was now another one of her puppets? Would that in some weird way be incest?

Bonnie tightened her cardigan around her body and climbed behind the wheel. It had taken her several hours to conceal the visible bite marks around her neck, but Stefan had given her enough of his blood to speed up the healing process. The scars were still there but faint, and the only way someone would be able to see them was if they were standing right on top of her.

Cranking the engine to her car, Bonnie would try to get through her second week of school as normally as possible even if she felt disgusting and used.

After school she head over to the mall to replace the phone Stefan turned into kibbles and bits.

When she pulled up into the parking lot the usual suspects were loitering around their cars. Damon was there, which Bonnie took to mean he had driven Elena to school. They were standing shoulder to shoulder while Elena was all smiles and giggles with Caroline. Tyler stood close to Caroline but he was busy watching his peers walk around.

As Bonnie continued to canvas the parking lot she saw no sign of her own boyfriend.

That bought her some time.

How in the world was she going to look Jeremy in the eye? Let alone kiss him, act lovely-dovey when she was sure Stefan's scent was so far imbedded in her skin it would be almost impossible to differentiate his scent from hers?

She was screwed.

"There she is," Damon said alerting the others of her presence. "She has arisen from the dead to join the living."

"Hey Bon, where have you been? I've been texting you all weekend," that was Elena.

You could text but you couldn't unglue yourself from Damon's side long enough to stop by my house and rescue me from your sex crazed ex-boyfriend, Bonnie thought, gloomily.

She hugged her books closer to her chest. "I was home," Bonnie replied meekly.

Elena and Caroline shared a look.

"Are you sure?" Caroline frowned. "Because I stopped by your place twice yesterday to see if you wanted to do brunch, but you never answered the door."

What had Stefan done? Bonnie's thoughts were wild. She found herself unable to answer because the vampire who basically kidnapped her in her own home strolled up to the group.

Everyone immediately tensed.

His shades were obsidian and he was sucking on a red lollipop. Bonnie felt her cheeks warm and reddened as she remembered what Stefan had done to her with a similar lollipop.

Who knew they had more than one use.

Damon elected himself as spokesperson as he stepped into Stefan's path. Bonnie was sure the younger Salvatore was glaring at him coldly.

"Stefan," Elena breathed.

He ignored her.

"What are you doing here, Stefan?" Damon folded his arms across his chest.

"I should ask you that. Have you decided to get your GED?" Stefan snorted and thrust his brother aside. He approached Bonnie and stood next to her, but didn't acknowledge her in anyway.

Naturally all eyes fell on her and Bonnie had to tell herself to look outraged, which wasn't difficult.

Damon figured now was as good a time as any to put out a warning. "Stay away from Elena, and you and I won't have any problems."

Stefan pulled the lollipop out of his mouth. "Who said anything about me bothering Elena? Besides, she's not the only girl around here with a pussy."

Everybody's jaw dropped and smacked against the asphalt.

The bell rung.

"We better get to class guys," Stefan said cheerily.

As expected, Stefan would be in her first class of the day. Her art history teacher didn't believe in assigned seats, so when Stefan patted the seat in front of his, Bonnie knew she had no choice but to take it, or run the risk of him obliterating everyone in the room.

Sliding into the seat, Bonnie tried her best to ignore him. Stefan made sure she didn't. He occasionally blew air across her neck, and said suggestive things to her like:

"That lollipop was nowhere near as sweet as you." "I can still taste you on my tongue." "My dick sprang to life when I saw you."

Several times her eyes and legs crossed because he was trying to bring her to orgasm without touching her.

Stefan escorted Bonnie to all her classes, sending her off with a parting gift in the form of a brush of his fingers against her breast, or a quick kiss to her erogenous zone on the back of her neck.

When the day was finally over, Bonnie had to tell Damon so the both of them could figure out a way to get Stefan to leave her alone.

Unfortunately, he sat perched on top of her car. Bonnie sighed heavily and dropped her satchel to the ground in impatience.

"Why are you still bothering me?"

Stefan slid off the hood of her car and stood before her. "Because you like the things I do to you."

"You're using magic on me aren't you?"

With the shake of his head the last of her reasons for betraying Jeremy and Elena had been dashed.

She was a monster and just as bad as Stefan and Damon.

"Stefan…I can't do this anymore. What happened…"

He silenced her by placing his index finger over her lips. "Bonnie…don't try and fight this because it'll only make things worse. I get it," he said sounding almost sincere. "You love Jeremy and you love Elena, but what about your needs? Who's taking care of those?"

She laughed but it lacked humor. "Is this what this is all about? You taking care of 'my needs'" she illustrated the point with air quotation marks.

"In a manner of speaking. And what's the purpose of me being in this po-dunk town if I can't have a little fun."

"But why me?" Bonnie stressed.

Stefan lifted a shoulder. "I've always had a soft spot for you."

"Sure because I'm Elena's best friend."

"Nah, I'm sure it went a little deeper than that."

"Now you're contradicting yourself. You don't feel anything for anybody anymore."

Stefan pressed up against Bonnie. She gasped and then hissed when she felt his erection.

"That's not entirely true," Stefan grinned.

Bonnie pushed him away from her. "That's physical and nothing more."

Stefan bent his knees a little to look Bonnie right in the eye. "Why does everything in your life need to have meaning? Why can't you do shit just to do it?"

"Because that's not how I've been programmed to behave! Clearly you've lost it and you need to get it back but not through me."

Bonnie walked around Stefan and made it to her car. He flashed to her side. She breathed heavily through her nose and scowled up at him.

"I'll leave you alone, Bonnie and I won't hurt anyone you care about if you do one thing for me."

She didn't like the sound of this, but if it meant she could erase the last seventy plus hours out of her memory, and move on with her life without wondering when the next ambush was going to come, she'd do it.

"What?"

"Make love to me."

A/N: Thanks for reading!