First of all, as we all know, I do not own ANYTHING about the show or the books. I wrote this fanfiction with the characters from the show, not the books. There is no connection between this fanfiction and the books, it is all my imagination and all my fiction. English is not my native language so please ignore my grammar mistakes.

Everything was over. Finally, everything that happened with Klaus, every single war they involved, the wounds they took were all over. They were all tired and injured. But it was worth it. With the help of Elijah, they were able to kill Klaus and rescue Elena.
Katherine was dead too. She could not make it in the tume. First she got crazy, then tried to break the walls and when she understood that she was not able to do anything, she just sat there and waited for her death. A few weeks after, her whole body rotted, blood came out of her nose and eyes, and then she died just like that.

Stefan was in Elena's bedroom. She was looking at herself on the mirror. She was sad because of the big cut on her leg but she was happy at the same time for being alive and for being with Stefan.
They sat on the bed, kissed each other passionately.
"I'm so happy that it is finally over." said Elena with a low voice.
"Me too." agreed Stefan and hugged her tightly like he was her shield.

Damon was at home. He was sitting couch in the dining-room, a low light was filling the room. He was drinking blood with a smile on his face because of the victory they gained against Klaus.

Caroline and Tyler were at the Grill. They just wanted to forget everything that happened and have fun. Now Tyler knew that the Salvatore's were vampires too. He kinda felt betrayed at first when he found out, but then he decided to talk to Caroline. It wasn't something that their relationship could not handle.

Bonnie woke up in a bedroom which she wasn't familiar with. She was just about to get up when a guy appeared in front of the bed. She was going to scream but then she saw who the guy was.
Her eyes opened wide. "Damon?"
"Morning, witch." he said with his usual, sarcastic happy voice.
"Why am I here?" she asked. She was confused.
"You don't remember?"
"No." she said.
"Well, you did the spell correctly but then you collapsed and blood came out of your nose. And because I was not invited to your house, I had to bring you here." He explained.
She had an headache and she was still confused because she could not remember any of these. "Where's Elena? Is she okay?"
"Stefan and Elena are at Elena's house. They are both good don't worry." answered Damon.
"Caroline? Tyler?"
"They're at the Grill. Stop worrying about them, worry about yourself witch."
"They are my friends." she said angrily.
"Am I not your friend? You didn't ask how I was." said Damon, with an arrogant smile.
"Okay. How are you Damon? But, wait, I don't remember you asking me if I am either."
"Hey, I'm the one who saved you back there! I brought you here and, who is here now looking after you is me again." he seemed to get angry.
"Well..." she rolled her eyes. "Thanks for that."
"Don't faint like that again, okay? You scared the hell out of me little witch."
She suddenly was irritated by the word 'witch'. "Why the hell do you call me 'witch' all the time? I have a name Damon!"
Damon was shocked. She was yelling at him for the first time. Yes, they fought&argued so many times, but they never shouted at each other. Well, I don't count her trying to kill him...
Damon smiled like a devil. "Well, that's my choice what to call you... little witch."
She narrowed her eyes. Because of him, she almost forgot her name. In the last few weeks, they spent a lot of time together and everytime, him calling her a witch had never irritated her since now.
"Whatever." She wanted to go home. She wasn't enjoying being with him. She felt totally uncomfortable.
As if Damon wasn't there, Bonnie passed him and went out of the bedroom. She was going downstairs with a big hurry because she was afraid to be caught by Damon.
Bonnie passed the hall and reached the door. Just as she opened, someone's hand closed the door fiercely. She turned around and faced Damon. He had a strange look in his eyes. His lips were in a thin line and he was grinding his teeth together.
"You can't just shout at me and go, witch."
"What? Why not? It irritates me, you calling me a witch all the time. I have a name Damon, learn how to use it."
Damon rolled his eyes. "Is that the only thing that irritates you?"
"No," she said. "Everything about you irritates me. You're a selfish, stubborn, blood crazed, manipulating bastard." She was finally blurting out everything she wanted to say to him since the day they met. She felt good about it but also a little afraid of his reaction.
"Ouch. That hurt, witch." His sarcastic voice was typical. Then he laughed. His laughter was so sweet that you couldn't help but smile at his sweetness. Bonnie had never looked at Damon like this before. She never bothered to see this side of him. It was nice and different.

He suddenly saw the expression on her face and his laughter vanished into thin air. "What?" he asked coldly. He was trying to understand what she was thinking. But the way she was looking at him was somehow different. Her hazel eyes were shining and it wasn't because of the light. Damon, for the first time, was looking at her as she was a grown up, logical, independent, beautiful woman. He noticed her long, curled brunette hair falling down from her shoulders. Her lips were red, thick and seemed soft. She was marvelous and he couldn't get his eyes off her.
"Nothing." she answered after a few minutes which seemed to be hours to her. Now her face was surprised by the look in his eyes and she tried to avoid his looks.
"Thanks for everything, bye." she said and opened the door fiercely. When she was out of the house, she felt better. The tension between was gone and the cold hair was helping her to get herself together. She quickly called Jeremy. "Jeremy, please come and pick me up." she said with a frightened voice. He said he'd be there in a minute. She was afraid of Damon, getting out of the house, dragging her back in and pick a fight. But he didn't do such thing. He just sat on the couch, kept drinking the blood that was left in the glass. He was not going to be confused just because of a little witch.

When Jeremy came, she immediately got into the car and wished to go home as quick as possible. Jeremy asked her a billion of question but she kept quiet. She looked out the window and watched the people on the street. She was not going to be confused just because of a stupid vampire. Or, was she?

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