Bonnie has no idea how she got here. She knows she drove but she doesn't remember anything about the drive over. Truthfully, she can't remember anything except her grandmother's funeral earlier today.

She expected it to rain during the service. Instead it was sunny and beautiful which made the experience even worse. Elena stood beside her, holding her hand, remaining quiet but supportive throughout the whole ordeal; Bonnie doesn't think she even thanked her best friend for her help.

Pushing thoughts of the funeral aside, Bonnie approaches the door. She contemplates knocking but realizes how ludicrous the idea is. It's not as if she's here for a friendly visit. She turns the handle and finds the door unlocked; it occurs to her that maybe she was destined to do this all along.

Bonnie walks through the mansion, aware of exactly where she's headed. His scent lingers in the air, guiding her towards him and drawing her closer to the revenge she so desperately craves.

Since the night her grandmother passed away, she hasn't felt anything except anger. At first it was emptiness that crept in, making it impossible for her to shed any tears, but soon it transformed into a kind of rage Bonnie never thought herself capable of. The only thing that's kept her going over the past few days is the pain and torture she's going to inflict upon ihim/i.

Damon.

She finds him sitting in the living room, staring at the flames in the fireplace. As if he's already aware of what's in store for him.

Bonnie watches him closely. She could set him on fire from where she's standing but that would be too easy. He deserves to suffer the consequences of his actions; she needs to see the torment in his eyes as she's punishing him.

"What are you doing here?" he asks without moving.

"You killed her."

Turning around, he meets her hostile gaze. "I've killed a lot of people," he says in a bored, insolent tone of voice. "You're going to have to be more specific."

Intense anger surges through her body and, before she even knows what she's doing, she lights his right arm on fire.

Damon reacts instantly. "You fucking bitch!" Jumping up, he starts patting the flames out with his other hand.

Running purely on hatred, Bonnie focuses her energy on him and attempts to use her powers again. Unfortunately, this time, he's prepared for her.

With lighting speed, he closes in from behind. His one arm wraps around her waist while the other encircles her neck, almost choking her. "Not very good at this are you, witch?" he whispers in her ear mockingly.

She tries her hardest to fight him, but he's stronger. When she can no longer breathe, he loosens the grip around her neck. "I hate you!" she bites out, gasping for air.

"Tsk, tsk. Is that any way to talk to your best friend's boyfriend's brother? We're almost family."

"You're a monster!"

"No, I'm a vampire. Pay attention," he chastises. "And here I thought you were smarter than Caroline."

Bonnie attempts to strike him on fire again but to no avail. She's mentally tapped out, physically exhausted, and Damon knows it. "You killed my grandmother!"

"I can't take credit for that. Old age killed the witch."

"Don't call her that!"

"What, witch? That's what she is. Oops, I mean was."

"Fuck you, Damon!"

"Are you offering?"

"Go to hell!"

"Maybe later. Right now I'm having too much fun."

"I'm going to destroy you."

"With the power of your words? I'm terrified," he snarks, pushing her away.

Shaky on her feet, Bonnie falls back on the leather sofa but keeps her eyes trained on him as he approaches her. She hates that smug smile on his face, the wicked glint in his eyes while he toys with her. She wants nothing more than to wipe that look off his face. "You put all of us through hell to get your precious Katherine and she wasn't even in there. God, you're pathetic." Bingo. The cocky smile on his face disappears. "Your girlfriend made you think she was trapped all this time just to keep you away. She must really hate you."

"You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Here you are, running around like a little love-struck bitch and your slutty girlfriend has been living it up all this time. Oops, unliving it up."

"Shut the fuck up," he warns quietly, standing still in front of her.

"You do realize you're a joke, right? That everyone's laughing at you? That Stefan and Elena are laughing at you?" Bonnie knows her words are having an effect on him, she can see it in the way his jaw is clenched, but she wonders why he hasn't lost control and bit her yet. "Obviously Katherine had the right idea about you: you're a waste of space. Completely. Insignificant."

It all happens very fast. He throws himself at her, his body landing on top, his teeth sinking into her neck. She doesn't fight him; instead, she clings to him, holding him tightly.

Suddenly, he pulls away and drops to the floor. His fangs are protruded, his mouth covered with her blood, pain etched on his face.

Finally.

Covering her neck, Bonnie gets up and stands next to him. He's wincing with pain, moaning. "Gotta love that vervain," she sneers. Damon grabs her ankle but she kicks him hard. Watching him writhe in agony, Bonnie attacks him repeatedly. After all, he's the one who cost Bonnie her grandmother and once he dies, she can feel something other than anger again.

She isn't sure how long she keeps hurting Damon. He lies on the floor, taking her punches and kicks, crying out with pain, but he doesn't fight back. A part of her wants him to get up, to attack her again, but he doesn't.

Eventually, when she has no energy left in her, Bonnie stops. He's weak and vulnerable. And it would be so easy to kill him now, but she can't. Hell, she can't even stop crying.

Bonnie thought this would make her feel better. When Damon suffered for his actions, the sense of desolation would finally disappear. Instead, it's a feeling of intense shame that overwhelms her. "Get up!" she screams over and over again. He doesn't.

Suddenly she's fighting to breathe, the walls are spinning around her... and she drops to the floor.

*****

Bonnie wakes up to the sensation of fingers running through her hair and whispering nearby.

"Do you think she'll be okay?"

It takes Bonnie a few seconds to realize its Elena's voice.

"She's fine. She just needs to rest."

Stefan.

"Do you think Damon hurt her?" Elena asks.

"If he wanted her dead, she'd be dead."

Bonnie wants to open her eyes but she can't. It feels impossible. Especially when it's so much easier to escape to the deep, dark warmth that makes everything better.

*****

When Bonnie opens her eyes next, she finds herself in Elena's room, on her best friend's bed. With Damon sitting next to her.

She tries to get up but he's too fast and heavy for her. In a split-second, he's on top, covering her mouth with his palm.

"Ssshhh..." he whispers. "Don't piss me off again, Bonnie. I'm not going to be as nice this time."

To be continued...