His Little Bird
After that day, all he could see was her. Her beautiful red curls, her small round face, her petite body. Yes, Damon loved Elena, but Bonnie was different. With Bonnie he felt complete, with Elena he always felt like a quarter of him was missing, like only half of her was with him. The night he held Bonnie in his arms was something new, when that stone wall around his heart begun to break he knew it was all Bonnie. He loved the way she loved others, he wanted to hold her and protect her, and he wanted to heal her of all pain. But most of all he wanted to stop her from hating him. Bonnie's hate for him emanated from her very being. Bonnie was such a strong character. She always toughed things out, even when people underestimated her, and she always proved people wrong. Another thing Damon admired about her. But she seemed to be the one person that he was scared of. He felt aware of what she was capable of doing to him. She could twist and turn his insides out, rip him to shreds, and even tear his world apart. But she was safety all in the same because Damon could all but hear her feelings for him and just with that he could finally feel whole, feel like his true self. He could hear her heart race; see her cheeks flush and her lips quiver in fear whenever he came close. In fear of what, he didn't know, all he knew is he wanted to kiss those lips, to feel them on his own. He had the itching need to touch her soft skin, to hold her hand in his, to look in her beautiful green eyes and fall. But the last thing Damon wanted to do was scare her away, and if he acted on any of those impulses, he would either get his butt kicked to Timbuktu or she would hate him even more than she already did and he really didn't know if his heart could take another beating.
*I'll be adding to this fanfic at least once a week, if not more.
**And also if anyone could recommend a good beta for me that would be great! =)