Hey Guys, I hope you like this little story that I'll be continuing. I love Bamon, especially in the books; but I thought I'd try my hand at a TV based Bamon story. I've always wondered what I'd be like for Bonnie and Damon on the TV show to be trapped together… I guess we'll find out! The story, if you haven't already guessed is based on the song "Baby it's Cold outside". I listened to the song- well the Glee version and thought 'gee, I'd really like that to happen to Bamon one day…' So here it is!

Bonnie sat in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, looking at nothing in particular. She still couldn't believe she was alone on Christmas Eve. It was a stupid little thing she was upset about. It was just a holiday. One that she spent simply with her dad and Grams every time. But she'd never been alone on Christmas, let alone Christmas Eve. And now she was alone on both for the first time in her life.

The kid inside of Bonnie actually wanted to cry, but she held the tears in; she's was not a baby, she could take care of herself; she could handle being alone…

Bonnie had never imaged being alone around Christmas, but here she was, around Christmas… Alone. What exactly had she done to deserve this you ask? Nothing was the answer. Well, nothing but agreeing with Damon Salvatore, would be the truthful answer. She would have had at least Grams with her if they hadn't agreed with Damon to do the tomb spell those many nights ago.

When Grams died, Bonnie hadn't even thought about spending Christmas alone if her dad wasn't home. Her mind had been occupied with other thoughts, mostly circling around her Grams and what could've happened, what should've happened and how to kill the one who caused it.

And as Christmas had started to near, Bonnie still hadn't thought about it, her thoughts consumed once again with something; this time being the spells she needed to know. She had been too busy and too stressed to let her thoughts touch on Christmas, and what she would do if her dad weren't here for it. Which, by the rotten luck she'd carried her entire life, turned out to happen to her.

When her dad had told her he had to go out of town, Bonnie had been upset, really upset. But she hadn't wanted to show it. She didn't want to make her dad feel bad for something he couldn't control. Though, something told her that her Dad didn't feel like having Christmas this year.

Her Dad had told her out of the blue that he was to go on a business trip in Portland the other day, finally reminding Bonnie of the festive holiday which was meant to be a family oriented thing. But her dad bailed on her; leaving her absolutely alone.

Her back up plan had even failed. Elena and Stefan had been her back up plan, and they had decided to go to a little lodge up North in a forest and have the whole, real-tree, being - in- touch- with- nature- Christmas, just the two of them. By the time her Dad had told her the news, Stefan and Elena had already been packed and ready to leave.

Bonnie didn't even ask to intrude, that would have been desperate and rude towards them both. Besides, Bonnie knew that they had been secretly planning their little get away for two months now, even if they didn't want to admit it. Leaving Bonnie even more alone… And if Grams were here, she wouldn't be…

But she wasn't and Bonnie quickly dismissed memories of the past. He Grams wasn't here, and it's best not to think about how things could've been. She'd learnt that doing this never proved to help anyone, even though sometimes you just had to wonder.

A part of her brain was saying things like she died for nothing just to leave you alone with your powers. She wanted to yell at herself for even thinking this, but knowing the strangeness in the action, she mentally scolded herself. Grams died trying to protect the town no matter how you looked at it.

She could feel her sorrow and anger pulsing like a beacon around her and also like lightning bolts through her veins. She was practically radiating with power. It was crazy. Heat and power surrounded her personal aura; and Bonnie was sure supernaturals' in the area would be able to sense it from miles away. She calmed herself and after a moment she felt okay and calm, but still sad, and lonely.

She got up and decided to head down stairs before she could grow angry again. She continued down the stairs as she wondered what exactly she should do now. There's not much you could do on a day like this.

It was very likely that there would be cheesy, old Christmas movies, TV spin-offs and specials on at the moment. But she didn't feel like watching TV.

Bonnie took in her bare surroundings. They hadn't even put up a Christmas tree this year. No one had been in the mood. It was obvious that even her Dad was shaken up by Grams' death. Sure, they hadn't been that close, and they bickered and argued and disagreed, but they were family; both connected by the love of a women that left them both.

She tried to block out thoughts of her non-existent mother. She didn't want you; stop thinking about her, she thought harshly to herself. Thoughts of her mother usually didn't hurt her at all. She had long ago accepted the fact that she didn't have a mother in her life, so she was surprised when the thoughts created a pang in her heart. 'Probably because you're alone, Bennet,' she thought some-what bitterly.

God she was harsh on herself today.

As she looked around the downstairs, her fingers clasped around the staircase banister at the landing, she decided that the house looked exactly how it had last month. It was a simple, classic, family home. Neat, tidy and had all the essentials you needed for living, what more could you ask for?

Well, for one thing, Bonnie was asking for a tree...

Her father hadn't even talked to her about Christmas, let alone lights for around the house or a present. She didn't want to admit it, but she did love presents and it did mean something that she wasn't getting one this year. She wondered if that was a bad thing. But she dismissed it when she thought of her circumstances; a present would have surely made everything a little better. She wasn't being materialistic; she was being realistic. It was a tradition; one that was known in her family since her birth.

So, of course she'd be affected when a tradition they'd kept for years wasn't being followed.

All this years' Christmas was bringing, was a bunch of un-followed traditions. Meaning, this Christmas was also full broken rules; just great. She was in lack of tradition; she was treeless, lightless, without a present, and alone. This is the best Christmas Eve ever, Bonnie thought with heavy sarcasm.

She turned off all the lights in the house, leaving on the hallway light, as she made her way to where the couch was. She dropped herself down on the couch, put her feet up and just sat there with her thoughts; suffering her Christmas-less, Christmas Eve alone and in silence.

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Damon Salvatore sat on the stool in front of the bar, in the Salvatore house. He was about to try and drown out his sorrows of almost another year passed as per usual, when he started to sense a presence of pure sadness, but shinning with power. Before he could ponder on whom it was his clever brain had already figured it out. Bonnie.

Damon rolled his eyes. So the little witch isn't having fun either. What a damn shame.

It seemed the witch was letting her emotions control her powers. Even Damon hadn't expected her to be that powerful. Damon soon used his sense of the presence to depict where she was and it seemed she was just at home. Her power touched him from all the way across town, meaning she was quite powerful. Damon brushed off this thought as the power started to dull, and he couldn't feel it anymore.

Her powers and her were just like a light bulb; she was bright sometimes, but no matter what she does, she's just going to be led to a dull, dull place.

But it was obvious that she was angry and sad about something. Her power had gotten to Damon, almost making him want to feel the way she had been; almost. 'Someone has emotional issues,' Damon thought to himself, implying the witch wasn't exactly in a practical, content mood.

Too bad Damon honestly didn't give a crap, it wasn't his fault she was alone… Well, not really. Her Grams' death happened ages ago, move on, witch. Damon had apologized and had tried to make it right, no matter what names and insults his ego had been shouting at him to not do so. So, if she wanted to be a sook and not forgive the handsome, sorry, vampire. That is her problem. Not his.

Besides, Damon wasn't actually alone, well; he didn't have to be, anyways. There are plenty of women who would treasure his very presence in their homes on Christmas Eve. He just chose not to choose one of them. Alone time is good.

Anyway, he only had the next few days to be in the house, alone. Buzz-kill Stefan and his princess of a girlfriend would be back in a week or so, so he may as well make the most of it. The couple had decided to go on a little retreat to get in touch with nature surrounding Christmas and Damon hadn't objected to get rid of his brooding brother, even if it meant not seeing Elena for a little while. Elena being the person she was, had insisted he go spend Christmas with someone, and not be alone. Damon had laughed at her suggestion.

Damon Salvatore didn't need to have company around Christmas to have a good time. Besides, he could have any girl. Everyone he's pursed has fallen for him at least once, if not fully. Even dear, sweet Elena has been charmed if not love struck, yet. He knew she loved him. Not in that way of course- well, not yet - but she trusted him as a friend, because he's been able to charm and sway his way back in her good books. Even she can't resist his charm. No one can.

A thought sourly sprung into his mind at that moment, making a scowl grow upon Damon's graceful, strong facial features. Bonnie hadn't.

But of course she had, when… Damon's thought line froze right there. Had she? Had he even tried? He has tried, he was sure of it. Damon's memory retraced upon all his encounters with Miss. Bennet.

When he was trying to get the crystal back? No, she was just scared of him… What about in the Lockwood's house? The day Katherine appeared, in the room they were serving food… No, she was being stubborn toward him and she threatened to take him out, plus she hurt him…

Was Bonnie Bennet was the only girl who had been able to resist his charm?…

Damon's whole posture had frozen; his breathing had stopped even though he didn't need it. Damon hadn't managed to… The idea was preposterous, he was sure he had…

Damon flicked through every single moment and emotion he had shared with the witch. There was scared, nervous, hate, disgust, wonder, shocked, more hate… there was passion.. but not in that way. No charm, love, lust, or even happiness for god's sake.

Damon Salvatore could not have this on his flawless irresistible reputation. It was like a big F on a paper full of A's. It stood out and made you completely frustrated, annoyed, angry and most of all, determined.

Damon smirked to himself; Hate always turns to love right?

He would make Bonnie fall for his charm, if he had to tie her to a chair and sit in front of her for a month! A part of him was saying 'Don't even think about it. She hates you, it'll never work; go waste your time with someone worth it.' While the other, more devious and determined side of him was saying 'It's not too late Salvatore, go for it. Are you really going to let the witch ruin your reputation? Woo her world, charm her; she won't know what hit her."

Damon decided that both his options made perfect sense, but Damon had never refused a challenge; never. He wasn't going to start now. He decided to go with the latter. Damon Salvatore loved a challenge and this situation held no difference. Look out witch; you're about to be charmed.

It's on.

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Bonnie was laying down on the couch, still in the dark, with one hand draped over her forehead and the other hanging off the couch. She was content with the quiet, but she still wasn't partial to the being alone part. An hour had passed and she still wasn't feeling any better. In fact, she was probably worse. She had started to think more of her mother and why she hadn't wanted her. She had continued from that line of thought to her dead Grams.

Everything is just bad. Bonnie had actually let silent tears fall down her cheeks as she thought about what exactly was wrong with her life. She sniffed quietly, as she turned around so that her face was pressed against the back of the couch and her back leaning against nothing. Bonnie took a gulp of air through her mouth as she lay still in the quiet, again.

The calm serenity that was her house and Christmas Eve was instantly ruined with the sharp sound of the phone's ringing noise. The ringing noise of the phone radiated throughout the whole house, filling the dim silence of which made up Bonnie's shameful Christmas Eve.

She shot up from her lying down position, running toward the phone, in almost complete darkness. She rested her hand against the wall as she picked up the phone. "Hello," She breathed, using the pause afterwards to flip a switch next to the phone, turning on a light.

She then realized she wasn't expecting anyone to call. Elena, Stefan and her father had all called to say Merry Christmas Eve this afternoon, before her sulking, alone fest.

"Bonnie?" A familiar voice sounded from the other end of the phone, filled with the unmistakable undertone of panic. Bonnie was sure she was imagining it. "Hello? Damon?" She asked, actually growing worried. "Bonnie. You need to come over here quickly, there's an emergency. When I say emergency I mean a town-threatening kaboom of a mess." Bonnie had never heard Damon like this before.

He didn't sound scared, or completely panicked, but his tone wasn't his usual cocky one. It almost made her scared.

"Where are you Damon? What's going on?" She asked, trying to keep her tone neutral and calm. "My house, Stefan's house, whatever you call it. Just come quick." Bonnie was listening carefully and pondering his words. Damon would never come to her for help. Although, Stefan and Elena are out of town, so it's under a different circumstance… It still doesn't make sense, all this time Damon's been giving her the impression that he'd rather die than call for her help. So why would he call now?

Bonnie couldn't help but wonder if all of this was part of a new scheme he had in mind. Surely Damon had the sense to not lie to her in this way. Bonnie quickly dismissed that thought and was brought back to the present phone call she was having with him, and as he spoke, her idea of Damon making all this up as part of a new plan of his, slowly drifted away and became stupid.

"Please Bonnie. You need to come. I know you don't trust me. But do this." Bonnie felt a tinge of guilt fill her senses as she thought of how cruel she had been, not believing him. "I'll be there, just hold on," Bonnie finally said as she hung up the phone.

Though, a part of her still didn't believe him, she grabbed her phone and ran out of the house. He had sounded sincere; she just hoped she was making the right choice going over to help him.

Hope you guys liked it! Review and tell me if you'd like me to continue! Merry Christmas to you all. I hope you guys are having a wonderful holiday and get wonderful presents :)