Sigh no more, no more
One foot in sea, one on shore
My heart was never pure
You know me
You know me

Damon Salvatore peered at his reflection as he slowly buttoned his favorite long sleeved black shirt. Today was the day. The day he had been dreading for months or maybe even years now. Elena had finally chosen and unfortunately for him, his broken heart, and his bruised ego, she had chosen the wrong damn brother. But he wouldn't stick around like a third wheel and scowl about it. No, he was too freaking handsome to lose himself over one girl. He tells himself this even though he knows it's far from the truth. He wish so bad that Elena was just one girl, as far as he was concerned she was the only girl. And what do you do when the only girl you love and will ever love chooses your less handsome and less charming little brother instead? You drink…heavily.

After Damon finished dressing he grabbed a black duffle bag from the bottom of his closet. He quickly filled the bag with a couple shirts and pairs of jeans and anything else that he would need for the road. When he was done packing, he tossed the bag onto his excessively large bed before grabbing his jacket and heading out of his bedroom door.

"So you finally decided wake up and help us come up with a way to stop Klaus for good," Stefan greeted his brother with as soon as he descended the last step, "Elena and Caroline are on the way over now and Bonnie is bringing the grimoire over later. "

"Darn it, I wish I could stay and help, but alas I do have an appointment I must get to so looks like you and the Scooby gang will just have to locate the mystery van without me." Damon quickly replied as he headed for the front door.

He loved his brother he did, but it was getting a little monotonous coming in second place to him time and time again.

Stefan could sense something was off with his brother since when does Damon actually have something to do? Unless it is a stupid self-destructive plan that would possibly get him killed. Whatever it was he knew he had to get to the bottom of it. So Stefan moved swiftly to impede his brother's access to the door.

"I thought you were all for putting Klaus down permanently. So what gives for this sudden feign of indifference?" Stefan asked as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Brother I thought you knew me well enough to know that I never truly care about anything. I only pretend to care just to show the ladies my soft side," Damon replied giving his little brother his trademarked smirk, "Now if you will excuse me, I do I have barstool at the Grille that is desperate to be reacquainted with my ass."

Damon tried to walk past Stefan, but the younger vampire would not move. Instead he pushed his older brother back to his former position in front of him.

"Damon, I don't buy your nonchalant act for one minute. Tell me what's really going on. Is this about Klaus or something else?"

"How about you call the little emo Gilbert if you are feeling the need to have a heart to heart"

"Is this about Elena choosing me?"

Even though both brothers knew the truth, it is still difficult to hear it spoken out loud.

"How perceptive little bro, now if you will excuse me" He once again tries to leave and once again his brother hinders his movement.

"Damon."

"Stefan, we had a deal. Whoever she didn't choose would pack up and leave. So be happy that for once I'm doing the right thing. "

"I know what we said, but that doesn't mean you have to go. I want you to stay and I know Elena wants you to stay."

"Well right now all I want is to go drink 5 to 8 shots of any hard liquor and to hit on hot underage girls. We all grieve in our own way, just let me have mine."

Stefan mulled over his brother's request for a moment before finally relenting and moving out of his path.

"Fine, go drink, but when you come home tonight, we will continue this talk even if I have to tie you up."

"Jokes on you baby bro, I like it rough," Damon jokes before finally walking out of the house.

Bonnie checks her cell for what seems like the 100th time since she's been here. Her dad was supposed to meet her at the Grille an hour ago. Yet he hasn't called or texted to tell her he will be late, so she just continues to wait like always. She twirls a loose thread from her cardigan as she scans the room, looking for familiar faces. Matt isn't working tonight and neither is Jeremy, but Damon is hanging drunkenly at his favorite position in front of the bar. She rolls her eyes at the sight.

Bonnie watches two seemingly dim-witted women flaunt themselves in front of the vampire. How is it that someone as deplorable as Damon has people fighting to keep him company, while she is constantly alone? Stupid dependable Bonnie, if you need to get out of a sticky situation with a century old vampire she's the best one to call. Most likely she won't be busy, but in the off chance that she is she'll happily drop everything just to come to your rescue. And all she wants in return is for one night to not have to eat dinner alone.

Deciding a pity party at home with some Ben & Jerry's would be better than waiting all night for her dad to show up, she rings him again.

Sadly, but expectedly her dad doesn't answer so she leaves a voicemail.

"Hey Dad, I thought we were meeting for dinner at the Grille tonight… I guess you got held up at work or something… so I'll just see you at home tonight. I love you and be safe."

Bonnie was too busy on the phone to notice Damon had suddenly appeared and was now standing uncomfortably close to her. When she finally does notice the already visibly drunk vampire, she jumps at the closeness and unexpectedness of his appearance, but more so the closeness.

"What do you want Damon. Aren't there any more bimbo types around for you to scheme on," Bonnie asks him as he slides into the booth across from her, taking a large swig from a bottle of his favorite whiskey.

"Well judgey if you must know, I'm playing hard to get with a couple of them right now." As if demonstrating what he means by playing hard to get, Damon smiles at the blonde women at the bar. The women who look to be in their mid to late 30's, begin to giggle like schoolgirls at the dark haired vampire as he pretends to look away, Bonnie rolls her eyes at the exchange and starts to make a move to leave.

"Okay well I've have had enough of this episode of the bachelor I think I'll leave while you hand out your roses, if you don't mind."

"Go right ahead judgey, it's kind of pathetic for you to be sitting alone in a restaurant anyway."

"Not that it's any of your business, but I was meeting someone, my dad, he just had to work late."

"You know Bonnie; I'm actually starting to wonder if your "Dad" even exists at all. I mean I've been in town for over four years and I've met just about every resident except for your dear old dad."

"Of course my father is real Damon don't be ridiculous." Bonnie scoffs at his remarks and slides out of the booth. She turns to leave, but before she can make a move Damon is right in front of her. For the second time today his nearness has thrown her off guard. She hates being this close to him, because she fears that she might finally admit to herself that even for a narcissist selfish asshole, Damon is an extremely attractive narcissist selfish asshole.

"Bonnie maybe all of your problems with guys stem from the fact that you don't have a dad. I mean I've known plenty of girls with daddy issues and the best way to get rid of them, is to just spank it out of them" Damon is so close now that she can smell the alcohol on his breath. She even ignores the crudeness of his words as she concentrates on the coolness radiating off of his skin .Most of all and in spite of herself she can't take her eyes off of his magnificent blue ones. She wants to step back, to shift his gaze from directly off of her, but she will stand her ground no matter what. She has to.

"I have a dad and unlike you I don't have issues with the opposite sex. Now, if you would kindly let me by." She wishes he will just let her go without hassle. She can't take much more of this unprecedented contact with her least favorite vampire. She really can't handle the thoughts forming in her head about how his body would feel pressed against hers. How can you find someone so vile yet so attractive?

Damon wants to let her leave, he knows he should, but something is stopping him. He knows he isn't drunk enough to be behaving this way, but something in him has broken and now he wants to break something in someone else. And as luck would have it Bonnie just happened to be sitting in the restaurant alone like always.

He continues to stare at her, bracing him, knowing that as soon as the words leave his mouth, he won't be able to take them back.

"Bonnie, sweet little witchy Bonnie, you do know you'll never be enough right? You'll never be enough to make your dad want to come around, you weren't enough for Jeremy so he had to go and kiss a fucking apparition. And you're definitely not enough for your friends because they only come around when they need something. Face it kid, you just don't cut it,"

Damon finishes his hate filled rant by gulping a mouth full of his whiskey and then enjoying the burning liquid as it slides down his throat. He can tell in the way her emerald eyes glisten that he has succeeded in what he set out to do. He has hurt someone as bad as he is hurting. So what if she didn't deserve it, he did deserve half of the shit he had to swallow, but he sucked it up and dealt, which is what she will do now.

Feeling satisfied with his work, he turns to head back to the bar when Bonnie does something she has never done before, and she grabs his hand. Her warmth catches him off guard and sobers him quickly. He notices that even though her eyes are drenched in the truth of his words the rest of her looks steeled for battle.

Bonnie knows that Damon's words were truthful; in fact they might be the most truthful words anyone has ever spoken to her. Still he doesn't get to walk around and just hurt her for the hell of it. No, not tonight and not any night for that matter, tonight she will stand up and give him a taste of his own medicine. Even though she is prepared for this war of the words, she surprises herself by grabbing his hand and forcing him to stay. She hates the way her hand fits in his. She hates the way the coolness of his fingers mixes nicely against the warmness of hers. Most of all she hates that she is going to sink to his level. She has the power to burst every blood vessel in his brain, but physical pain would be too easy of a punishment. No, she will open a sore wound and delight in pouring copious amounts of salt onto it as she watches it fester. She wasn't usually like this, she didn't usually feel like this, but tonight something was different.

"Damon aka the broken toy nobody wants. Sure I might not be good enough, but did you ever stop to think for a second that neither were you. I mean who really ever loved you because they actually cared for you? Your own brother realized what an asshole you were and stopped speaking to you for decades and the only friends that you have are the ones that you compel. Elena doesn't love, Katherine never loved you, but you know who they both loved? Stefan, the good brother; the one everyone cares for. You're right, I'm probably not good enough, but at least I can say people actually love me for me. No one's ever really loved you that didn't want to change you. Elena might tell you she cares about you and that it was tough for her to pick Stefan, but it wasn't. I think it probably was easier then deciding whether she wanted white or wheat bread on her sub. That's how insignificant you are. Now do us all a favor and go climb back into that bottle and stay there until you drown!"

When Bonnie finished her tirade her chest heaved rhythmically up and down as she let the weight of her words crash upon her. Had she really been so cruel? Even someone is evil as Damon didn't deserve to be told no one loves them. But it was too late and Damon looked too mad, he looked furious in fact. She watched as his own chest heaved up and down with anger.

Damon slammed his bottle down on the table and pulled the young witch out of the restaurant.

Bonnie hadn't noticed until Damon was forcing her through the doors of the Grille, that they even were still holding hands; the fact that it felt so comfortable, so natural that she didn't even notice it unnerved her.

Damon hadn't even paid for his drink or drinks for that matter. All he knew was he was angry. Angry at Elena, at Stefan, at Katherine, even at himself, but the one person he couldn't make himself be angry at was following him into a dark alley.

They had traded blows, he had hurt her and she had hurt him. They had left one another in a terrible state. She told him his unspoken truth and he told her hers. They hated one another. Well, to be honest he didn't really hate her. He found her to be mostly annoying unless he need something, then I guess he would consider her useful. Most of the time he didn't consider her anything, Bonnie Bennett rarely crossed his mind unless he needed her. Tonight he needed her.

Bonnie is smart, she knows who Damon is, what Damon is. So why was she willingly going into a dark alley with this homicidal maniac? Maybe it was because even though she knew he had happily killed many times in the past, he wouldn't hurt her at least not physically.

When they had finally walked far enough down the alley so that they were hidden from the hustle and bustle of the town's main street, Damon pushed Bonnie against the wall.

She wasn't sure what was happening or why she couldn't bring herself to stop it.

Damon pressed himself against Bonnie; he heard a moan escape his lips as he felt her curves sweetly greet his hard body. He slowly placed his hands on either side of her head so that she would not be able to escape. She would not be able to run from him unless he allowed it, and he wasn't planning on letting her go anytime soon.

Damon trapped her between his hands, but she didn't feel trapped. They just stood in the alley for what seemed like hours, eyes searching one another's and lungs searching for air. Finally after moments of silence Damon spoke in a soft whisper.

"If I'm so broken why did you come out here with me?"

"My grams always stressed the importance of charity."

"You feel sorry for me?"

"I don't feel anything for you"

"You know that if we stand here any longer making gooey eyes at one another, Stefan might send out the bat signal for you."

"I thought I wasn't important enough for anyone to notice my absence?"

"I didn't say you weren't important. You are important; someone has to make the snacks for Scooby."

"And who is Scooby in this scenario?"

"Lockwood of course, he's the only one that sheds"

"Damon, you know what, you're right I should go. Stefan and Elena are expecting me."

"The first time you tell me I'm right about something, is the only time I'm wrong about something."

No one speaks after Damon finishes his sentence, they just continue to stare.

Damon leans in slowly. He can feel the witch shaking beneath him. He knows that she is unsure, but her uncertainty won't stop him. He presses his lips down to hers and he engulfs her. Every horrible word and every horrible thought shared between the two unravels in their kiss.

Bonnie although initially hesitant opens her mouth wider to allow Damon's tongue further access. She grabs portions of his silkily black hair and uses it to pull him closer to her.

For the first time in a long time, Bonnie's brain shuts off. She doesn't think about how much she hates Damon for everything awful thing he has done since he got to town. She doesn't think about how ashamed she would be if anyone found out about their secret alleyway kiss. The only think she can do is feel; feel the way his body fits against hers. Feel the way his tongue moves against hers, the way his smooth cold lips softly suck on her bottom one.

Damon doesn't think it's fair that he is forced to keep his hands planted on the wall so that she can't leave. He doesn't think it's fair that she can pull his hair, but that he can play with her brown tresses. Most of all he doesn't think it's fair that his hands can't travel the length of her body. It's not fair. He takes out his disdain for the unfair treatment he is receiving by diving deeper into the kiss. He moves more hurriedly as he realizes that her lips won't be enough to quench his growing thirst for her. He wants her face, her hands, her neck, her marvelous caramel neck. He just wants more. Maybe it's because he knows he has to leave tomorrow or maybe it's because she was the first person to tell him what he knows everyone else has been thinking whatever the reason he just knows he wants more of Bonnie Bennett and he wants it now. Even though it pains him for some odd reason to do so, he pulls away. But not before planting tiny kisses around the corners of her mouth.

Bonnie is not ready for the kiss to be over. She is not ready to go back to hating Damon. She just wants indulge in their secret dark alley way kiss, but of course he had to ruin it. He is Damon after all.

"Let's go back to your place… now." Damon says as he hovers over her breathlessly.

"For tea?" Bonnie questions as she recovers from their kiss.

"No judgey. So we can finish this."

"You successfully finished this, whatever this was, when you pulled away," Bonnie voice betrays her by sounding a bit more disappointed than she would like.

"I pulled away because I thought you would be apprehensive about having sex in an alleyway, but when in Rome" Damon replies matter-of-factly, topping it off with his trademarked smirk.

Now that she has caught her breath the weight of what she did crashes down on her. Why was she, of all people, kissing Damon Salvatore in a dark alley? She is the de facto leader of the Damon hate club. She has beautiful and peaceful reoccurring dreams about setting his brain on fire. She knows all of the deplorable things he has done, but none of that stopped her from enjoying the kiss and none of that would stop her if he tries to kiss her again. Damn it Bennett pull yourself together. It's Damon, no one except bimbos and skanks would willingly kiss Damon. So why did she and why does he think one innocent kiss, okay, not so innocent kiss would lead to sex. She once again has to remind herself that it is Damon she's dealing with, the self-proclaimed sex god. Of course he would think kissing someone who hates the very ground you walk on would lead to sex.

"Sorry buddy. Wrong girl, wrong time, wrong place, and wrong guy, just wrong everything."

She slides from underneath his arms and starts heads out of the alleyway towards her car. Fearful that he might use is unnatural super speed to beat her to her car, she checks to make sure he is where she left him and surprisingly he still is.

Damon still has his hands pressed against the wall. He had never been with girl that wasn't grateful for the chance to try out his bedroom skills. And what does she mean "wrong girl" and "wrong guy"? Since when has any girl I've ever been with not been the wrong girl and when have I ever not been the wrong guy? Of course judgey would have no follow-through, she seems like the MVP of the hot and cold game. Maybe he would be the one that could heat her up? Damon contemplated the challenge as he finally released the wall and turned to see Bonnie running across the street.

Excited at the idea Damon might actually let her leave without snarky comeback Bonnie hurries towards her car. Caught in the excitement and in a rush to get to her car she forgets to look both ways before crossing the street.

The only thing she hears before passing out is a cacophony of horns and sirens. She thinks she hears Damon threatening someone, but she is too tired to care or to feel sorry for the poor sap. Instead she decides to drift off and hopefully dream about the kiss she just shared with the vampire she despises.