A/N: This fic is All Human. The idea for it came from an original story I was going to do but for some reason I wanted to put a Bamon spin on it, so it's officially a fanfic! Don't worry, I'm not going to abandon Outsider. That story is my first priority.

Warning: This story will contain very mature content, hence the rating. There will strong language, violence, elements of abuse, and sexual situations. It will get more lemon-y as it continues. To any Tyler fans, please don't hate me. This fic is AU/AH and I didn't want to use any OCs, so he will be very O.O.C.

Now that I've given fair warning I hope you all give this fic a fair chance.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They belong to LJ Smith and The CW. This is for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement intended.

1 - Love/Hate

Bonnie Bennett was afraid. This emotion was foreign to her, as Bonnie didn't fear much, but at this moment she was afraid of what was about to happen. Tyler Lockwood was seething, as they stood in the kitchen of their cozy apartment, staring each other down. Bonnie didn't say a word in hopes that he wouldn't explode. Her momentary silence made no difference. Breaking his glare, Tyler picked up the china plate that was sitting on the counter beside him, and smashed it on the floor as hard as he could. The act caused Bonnie to jump.

"Tyler! What the hell are you doing?!" She screamed, frantically. Her china dishes were the last Christmas gift she'd received from her mother before she passed away and he knew this, yet he was picking up another one. She ran toward him but he quickly moved out of her reach.

"Don't you dare fucking touch me!" He hissed. "Pick one, Bonnie. It's either these, or you." Crash! There went another one. He moved quickly, and Bonnie had a second to duck as the mug she'd bought him from her family vacation in Florida four years ago, went whizzing past her head and smashed into the wall.

"You're fucking crazy," Bonnie determined as she slowly straightened up. He stood there, glaring at her, his fists balled tight. It looked like he was having an internal struggle to keep from smashing his fist into her mouth. In the five years they'd been together, he'd never put his hands on her. She didn't want to take a chance on that changing tonight.

She started to back away from him as she spoke. "You need to leave," she said, in a calmer tone. "If you break any more of my stuff, I'll call the cops." She turned and headed out of the kitchen toward the living-room. She desperately wanted to get her hands on her phone and head out the door.

"Are you threatening me?" He was following her now. She quickened her pace. "Don't walk away from me! I have some things to say to you!" Her quick pace turned into a sprint when there was another crash behind her. He had kicked over one of two things, their television, or his surround sound speakers. She knew his anger had reached a level of no return if he was breaking his own things. She snatched her iPhone off the coffee table and ran to the door. He moved fast and she barely had it open before he was slamming it shut from behind her.

"You're not going anywhere," he hissed in her ear.

"I shouldn't have to." She tried to keep her voice steady, but the wealth of emotions she was feeling caused it to waver. She turned to face him and tried to look unfazed. "Just leave, Tyler, and there won't be anymore problems. I've wanted out of this relationship for months. I'm much better off without you."

His face contorted into more rage and he advanced toward her but she quickly moved back and held up her phone. "You better not touch me," she advised. "I have no problem calling the police." She really didn't want to have to take it there. Somewhere deep down, she still loved the kid, in spite of his violent temper. It didn't matter, anyway. The option to make good on her threat was taken from her as the phone was pried from her grip and she had to helplessly watch it be thrown against the wall. Her eyes had widened in horror. Her iPhone was expensive, and important to her. He'd just taken it a step too far.

"Who are you going to call now?"

Bonnie's rage boiled over as the reality of what he'd just done sank in. She lost all her composure and common sense and attacked. "Fuck you!" She screamed as she jumped on him, hitting whatever part of him she could get to. He threw his arm up to try and deflect the blows but when she didn't relent, the names and obscenities flying from her mouth, he let out a howl of rage and shoved her with full force. Her tiny body flew and hit the wall hard, taking the breath right out of her lungs, and she had no time to react as his fist came flying at her. It smashed into the wall not even an inch from her face. Her eyes widened in horror as he jacked her up by her shirt.

His beet red face was an inch from hers and he was breathing heavily as he spoke. "If you want out, then you leave."

He released her then stepped back. She looked at him with disbelief and hurt, and she saw nothing in his dark eyes. No longer able to fight the tears she flew from the house, slamming the door behind her.

Bonnie was knocking on her best friend's door ten minutes later. The night was cool and she was hugging herself as she waited. She hadn't grabbed anything, including her jacket, in her haste to leave her home. It took a minute, as expected at this late hour, but the door was opened by a very sleepy Stefan Salvatore. It was obvious he'd been in bed by the state of his hair, and he wore nothing but a wifebeater and a pair of gray sweatpants, his typical bedtime attire.

"I'm so sorry for waking you," Bonnie said, unable to keep her voice from shaking. Stefan's expression instantly turned to one of concern and Bonnie's tears once again started to spill over. "It's just that...me and Tyler..." She couldn't get it out.

"Hey, hey, come here." Stefan quickly wrapped her up in a tight embrace. Bonnie was pressed against his chest and she cried freely, her entire body shaking as she sobbed. He just held her comfortingly, allowing her to let it out.

Bonnie's well of tears had run dry by the time Stefan was tucking her into bed in one of the six bedrooms of the Salvatore mansion. He was sitting beside her on the edge of the bed and gave her a small smile as she made herself comfortable. She looked even tinier laying against the large double pillows, underneath the huge comforter.

"Feeling any better?" He asked her.

"I do now," she replied. "Being around you always makes me feel a little better."

"I hate seeing you like that, Bonnie," Stefan said. "I've been telling you your relationship with Tyler has been toxic for years. I obviously can't tell you what to do, but you really should consider taking a break from it all."

Bonnie sighed. "I know you're right," she said. "It's just crazy how much you can hate someone you're so deeply in love with."

Stefan nodded. "I've been there," he reminded her. "They say there's a thin line."

Bonnie looked around the room, the biggest in the mansion. "How would Damon feel about me sleeping in his room?" She asked, curiously.

Stefan shrugged. "Doesn't matter, he's not here."

"I hope he stays in Louisiana or wherever he is for another year," Bonnie half-joked, causing Stefan to chuckle. "Visiting you has been a lot more pleasant these past months with the absence of your rude brother."

"You're not the only person to tell me that," Stefan revealed with a laugh. "You need some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night, Stefan.

"Night, Bonnie." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead before turning off the bedside lamp. Bonnie turned on her side and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of his feet shuffling away. The door creaked open and there was a moment of silence, Bonnie knew he was taking a last look back at her, then it shut. Bonnie relaxed at the sound of his bedroom door shutting down the hall, and she soon drifted off to sleep, feeling much safer here than in her own home.

The next morning Bonnie was startled awake by the loud sound of a heavy bag hitting the floor. She looked up to see a familiar pair of electric blue eyes glaring down at her. She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes as she already knew she was about to get a face full of attitude.

"Question. Why the hell are you in my bed?" Damon Salvatore did not look pleased.