A/N: Here it is! I actually posted it a lot earlier than I thought I would. Here is the prologue, and chapter one should come around June 5th. "Beautiful Nightmares" is on a writer's block right now, so until that is fixed I will update asap…I promise!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Rating: M

There lies this old quote that says: "My teacher told me to write down what I want to be when I grow up: I wrote down 'happy.'"—

There is a fine line between perfection and imperfection. Yet, that vindication of acquisitions were misinterpreted. It was as if as long you knew how to be happy, you were capable of making it through this falsely man made creation.

As the light shinned through the window, the sun's rays swam across the skin of two motionless bodies; intertwined together.

Bonnie Bennett. Stefan Salvatore.

Now, Bonnie was defying everything witches stood for by dating a vampire; yet it all came down to regulations. It was those promise she made sure to kept to herself: to stay sane. It could have been for her better judgment, but it was clear to the both of them that there was this contentment with where she stood.

As for Stefan, well he indisputably in love with her. And, if he even dared such a thing as to question his love for her; he'd remind himself by just looking at her. Hug her, kiss her, hold her, and make love to her. It was a reminder to him that Bonnie belonged to him, not like property: but almost like this indulged gift from God.

Bottom line: they loved each other. It was quite discernible no?

Well—

Unfortunately, there was a point in Bonnie and Stefan's relationship where they broke apart for a time span of thirty six months: equivalent to three years. And during those years, Bonnie did something she thought she'd never do in a million years: she fell in love with Damon Salvatore. This was clearly unfair, nonetheless selfless. Although, it isn't like you can help who you fall in love with.

With Damon it was completely different, it was satisfying each other's needs. And it was ever so often they would tell each other that they loved each other. It was so rare that you would hear them say the 'L' word. But when it was said, it was meant. You could tell in their eyes, and examine it in their souls. Yet the satisfaction of prying on her needs and wants didn't quite reach up to expectations with Damon.

Damon is the kind of person to get what he wants, when he wants it. He's the badass vampire who killed people for pleasure: he was remorseless. If Satan were a fool made of mockery, Damon was wearing his drench coat. Yet, Damon had a heart: at least he developed a softer side when he was with Bonnie.

Neither of them really knew why their relationship went to an conclusion, which is probably the reason why both of them still have some unfinished feeling towards each other.

And it was hard, it was painfully hard to see each other as the days went on after their break up. To Bonnie, their breakup was harder on her then her breakup with Stefan. It almost sickened her that she felt more alive when she was with Damon, yet she felt…obligated to be with Stefan.

Was it wrong for her to imagine Damon lying there next to her in bed at night sometimes? Or think about him when they went on their Monday strolls through the town? Or even believe that the lips that were pressed against hers at night where Damon's instead of Stefan's? But it didn't stop there, it were the constant daydreams she had about him in her slumbers. It was the countless amount of steamy 'undress you' eyes they gave each other when Stefan wasn't looking. And, even worse: picturing Damon during sex with Stefan. After all Damon was a shamelessly better than Stefan when it came to sex.

So turns out…maybe Bonnie was unsure about a couple of things.

But one thing she was sure of, she was in love with two people. And those very two people happened to be brothers, who despised each other more than anything in the world.

"Bonnie?"

Shaking her head, Bonnie turned to her side sluggishly.

"Yes?"

"What's wrong you seem out of it?" Stefan asks, surrounding her with all his flush.

Bonnie resists the urge to roll her eyes, because ever since they got back together Stefan had been questioning her more than he took the time to care about her.

"Stefan. I'm fine." Bonnie lied.

Stefan eyed her closely, taking deep slow breaths before he pressed his lips in the crook of her neck. He hummed on her flush, before devouring it with his soft pink swollen lips. He smiled in-between kisses, before he ran his tongue along her jaw. Bonnie lightly chuckled, before swallowing at the rush of heat that swept through her system.

Stefan ran the tips of his fingers through the opening of her silk robe, teasing her as he played with her stomach. He kissed her belly button while she struggled to hold onto the sheets. He let out a mischievous snicker, licking his lips before planting them on her inner thighs.

"Stefan…" Bonnie squealed.

Stefan kissed her center lightly, before moving his way up to her breasts.

"Yes?"

Bonnie shifted to her side, wrapping her robe around her arms. She smiled at him playfully, before making her way off their bed.

"Whoa whoa…wait where are you going?" Stefan almost moans.

Bonnie tightens the robe around her, sighing at the sound of someone downstairs. Damon, she runs through her head oh so quickly. Bonnie glances up at Stefan, who was looking around the room absentmindedly.

"I just...I need to shower and get ready for work. And, as much as I would love to crawl back in bed with you right now Stefan—

"I know I know." Stefan cuts her off; as if her answer was anything but new to him.

Bonnie smiles at him half eagerly, then makes her way to the shower. She runs the shower water swiftly, before tip toeing out of the room. She pants as she makes it towards the side of the stairs, eying the noise of the situation.

Bonnie gradually makes her way downstairs, making sure that her feet grasps the tips of the stairs when she plays with them before entering the kitchen half covered.

And she pretends, she pretends to not see him when she walks by him slowly. Purposely sending her scent to his nostrils when she swifts her hips from side to side. She wonders if he notices, notices that she is trying to send a message to him. But before she can second guess herself, she is pinned to the surface of a near corner of the kitchen.

"Why hello," he breathes on her neck.

Bonnie smiles to herself, before pulling herself together. This was wrong, and she knew it. She knew what she was doing, and Damon wasn't clueless. But Bonnie wasn't selfish when it came to Stefan's feelings, and she needed to realize that playing this game wasn't fair.

Bonnie exhaled, then turned around to face Damon. Eying him when she saw that his hair was still messy from his previous night, and his eyes were still dreary from the lack of sleep he had. His pajama pants hung low on his legs, revealing all his tone masculine muscles.

Bonnie physically forced herself not to stare, and instead of doing what she normally would do: looking at him and smile, she rolled her eyes and walked past him.

Bonnie knew if she explained this to him, it would turn out into something it always turned out to be: a fight. A fight that would go on for what felt like hours, arguing and yelling until someone reached their point across loud enough that something broke.

Damon and Bonnie knew they had some closure to deal with, but every time they tried to have a 'normal' conversation it would result into a fight about who was wrong when they called… (well when Bonnie called things off). Usually, Damon would get too aggressive and somehow Stefan would step in. Other times Bonnie would grow sick of it, and let Damon get all his frustrations out.

There were a couple of times where Damon released his frustrations with a heated kiss, or slamming her into a near corner: forcing her to give him an logical explanation as to why she hurt him so bad. And, why he was still loathing over her like some whipped rag doll.

"No good morning?" Damon pouts; invading her personal space as her traps her from the exist.

Bonnie folds her arms across her chest almost seductively before scoffing to herself. She licks her lips slowly, then her eyes begin to scan him quickly.

Damon takes this time to admire her body, that body that used to be 'his.' In a way it still was, and Damon made sure he reminded her who it was that made her happy. He was the one that made her smile when she was sad, made her break at her strongest moments, and shout his name incoherently when he made love to her recklessly.

Bonnie can see every drop of his attention he is giving her, and it scares her. it terrifies her, she doesn't know whether to keep scowling or turn around and walk away.

"Goodbye Damon" she finally utters.

Bonnie tries to walk past him, but as always Damon is too strong. Bonnie releases her hands from her tiny waist, and manages to push his hard chest. She breathes on his flush, clinging to him when he puts his hand on her fists.

"Don't hurt yourself," Damon murmurs on her lips.

Bonnie pulls away abruptly, then pushes a strain of hair behind her ear. She laughs at him humorlessly, while trying to fight her way out of his hold.

"Damon let me go." Bonnie barks. Bonnie pulls her hands out of his, and releases when she does this, her robe snaps: revealing her naked skin. Bonnie blushes before covering herself with her hands, she stumbles across the strings, while trying to tie them into a sturdy knot. "…I…I have to go."

Bonnie rushes up the stairs, hearing Damon snicker in the near distant.

"Bonnie…" Damon starts.

Bonnie doesn't answer, just stops on the tips of the staircase.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of." He finishes.

Bonnie feels herself heating up, and starts to cover her mouth with her sleeves. She wonders if Damon can tell if she is smiling with her back facing him. She fights herself not to turn around, and manages to bring herself into her and Stefan's room.

"So Let me get this straight your robe came a loose in front of Damon?" Elena asks.

Bonnie nods her head quickly, still in shock about what happened earlier this morning. She ran her hand to the side of her face, feeling the heat creep up to her knuckles.

"Yes and he just looked at me, and gave me this smug smile."

Elena sipped her coffee, then lifted up her eyebrows when she eyed Bonnie's facial expression.

"What was Stefan's opinion about all this?" Elena finally asks.

Bonnie gulps on her drink, folding her arms across the bar table they were sitting at. She licks her lips quickly, then looks around as if she was going to say something vital.

"I didn't tell him," Bonnie answers.

"Oh sneaky one aren't we?"

"I just thought it wasn't necessary to tell him you know? I mean it really isn't any of his business if you think about it. It wasn't that big of a deal to me—

"Bonnie he saw your…parts."

"I know. I know. I just…I don't see the big deal in tell him that's all. Plus I don't really need Stefan worrying about anything that has to concern with Damon right now. He is stressed enough already as it is with Klaus and Katherine and Alaric. I don't think he needs to know that his older brother (who happens to be my ex-boyfriend) experienced a free show of Ms. Bennett naked."

"You do have a point there."

"How are things with Matt?" Bonnie asks, purposely trying to switch subjects.

"I don't know I think he is still mad at me for not asking him to that school dance we're having this weekend. Which reminds me did you ask Stefan?"

"I did." Pause. "But if you're not going Lena I don't think I am going to go."

"I guess I can make an exception and ask Matt if you are going to go."

Bonnie snickers at her comment, then sips on her coffee. She sighs before looking down at her fingernails, her hands seemed to be the only thing in her life that was normal. She exhaled before looking up at Elena, who was eying her cautiously.

"So how are you?"

Bonnie frowns, scratching her head with her nails.

"Well." Bonnie answers almost too quickly.

"Really Bonnie…how are you really?"

"You know I am happy with Stefan, I love him I do…I just…"

"You love Damon more."

Bonnie look back down at her hands, then laughs at herself. Her life shouldn't be this complicated, it was never this complicated. It would get to the point where she just wished Stefan was following Elena around again, but that was many years ago. Besides, despite everything that was going on with Bonnie's life she almost adapted to her complications.

"It's not that I love him more, it's just that…it's too complicated to even try to explain. I just wish that there was a way to have them both you know?" Bonnie stops to laugh at her comment. Then Bonnie snaps back into reality. She begins looking at her coffee mug; as if it contained answers. "I love them both yes, but I need Stefan. He makes me sane, and I am happy when I am with him; I am. I just—when I'm with Damon all those feelings keep rushing back, I certainly don't tell him this, but I do miss his company. And I hate that we can't talk to each other without bickering about our breakup. I can tell that he is still hurting from it, and I am too. And living with the both of them doesn't make it any better either, I have to hear them battle and argue over me more than I thought I would." Bonnie runs out of breath.

"Sounds to me like you need Stefan, but you want Damon." Elena concludes.

Bonnie is speechless, thinking of what she could say in order to get out of this. Only to find herself running her hands through her brown locks.

"Not really. I just wish things were different." Bonnie mumbles.

There is this silence as Bonnie runs her fingers through her brown locks. The only sound that is obtained: is her constant exhaling when she reaches a stopping point. She feels herself growing overwhelmed when she looks at herself in the reflection.

It was as if her flaws were mocking her, forcing her to notice her imperfections. Bonnie sighed, dabbing some mascara on her thick eyelashes. She smiled when she ran her hands on her cheekbones, then pressed her lips together tightly when she tried different hairstyles.

Bonnie blew air out of her nose aggressively, then licked her lips at her impatience. She pulled her hair into a high pony tail, then walked into the closet. She cracked the doors behind her, as she unzipped the back of her night gown.

"What to wear…what to wear…" Bonnie sang.

She wrapped her arms around her slender body, exhaling at her scent. Bonnie moved around in the closet slowly, looking at her options of dresses to wear for the dance tonight.

Bonnie moved her dresses that hung on the rack from side to side, still unsure of what she was going to have to come up within a matter of hours.

Suddenly Bonnie felt arms wrapping around her stomach, these hands were familiar. Bonnie smiled at the touch, then pressed her body into the one that was holding onto her tightly.

"Hey. I was just trying to decide which dress I was going to wear tonight."

Bonnie smiled before turning around.

"Hello."

Bonnie jumped, reaching for a robe to cover herself.

"Damon?"

A/N: Alright, there you go the prologue. I really hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did, it's just a little teaser of what is sure to come. I know where I am taking this story, and I can't wait to share it with you guys! The 'Bamon' relationship will be explained a lot more throughout the story, and the real reason why they broke up. 'Stefonnie' will have some obstacles as well, and of course there will be some Katherine and Klaus drama along with the whole Scooby Doo gang! Elena in this story has Matt, but her feelings for Stefan are still a little unclear (of course it's Elena). But yes all the little secrets, stories, situations will unfold in this little tale. I will try not to rush this one, I felt like I did a little in 'Beautiful Nightmares.' But Beautiful Nightmares will be updated as soon as possible. Excited to go on with these two stories, and until then god bless! Happy writings!