A/N: Bamon. Multi chapter. May change rating to M for future scenes. Please review.

Prologue

Damon Salvatore walked slowly to the podium, his feet feeling like they a tone of bricks. To him, it seemed like it would take several hours to walk on to the small stage, even though in reality, it was only ten steps away.

He shouldn't be here.

He knew that. But something inside of him had forced himself to make an appearance today. As he reached the front of the congregation, he slowly turned round to face the small group of people in front of him, but kept his head down staring at the words written on the worn out paper.

He was aware that everyone was watching him, waiting for him to speak, to acknowledge what he had done; but he took no notice. He couldn't see or hear anything around him, as he felt too wrapped up in his guilt and grief. This would be a lot easier if he were drunk he thought, but he remembered a promise he had made not to long ago and mentally sighed.

No, Damon Salvatore would not drink his problems away. Not anymore.

He sighed and crumpled up the piece of the paper. The words he had written didn't seem to express anything he felt towards the eighteen year old girl with chocolate skin and a smile that made him tingle; the girl whom laid in that open coffin beside him.

He raised his head and gazed at the people in front of him for the first time. His eyes landed on a skinny brunette with tears running down her face.

Elena.

He hadn't seen her since the incident. Half heartily, he waited for the feelings of longing and love to return as they made eye contact. But the feelings and emotions never surfaced. She wasn't the one he needed anymore.

Damon's eyes moved over to the person sitting next to her, holding her hand while she cried. Stefan's brooding face held many emotions; grief for his friend, confusion about his brothers' sudden appearance at this event, but most importantly love for pretty girl next to him. Damon almost smiled at the sight of the two lovers. They were still going strong after everything. Apart of him was jealous that Stefan had got his happy ending yet again, while here he stood slowly breaking down.

Again Damon mentally sighed, there was no need to dwell on the past. He knew that if anyone deserved happiness it was those two.

"A year ago, I know all of you would think I wouldn't have any empathy towards the young woman we're mourning today. After all, I was a selfish, self-centered dick. And if this were still last year, you would be right. I probably would have sat up the back with a bottle of Whiskey and resisted the urge to say something sarcastic. Today, however, if you think I don't care then you would be wrong. Very wrong.

"Nowadays, I like to think that I'm a different person. Today, I see myself as a person who has learned to forgive and who has been forgiven for everything they've done in the past. I'm a person who has learnt to love and it's all because of her."

The blue-eyed vampire paused, during which he looked over at the open coffin again. Tears fell from his blue eyes, as he gazed at the woman's prone body, still looking as beautiful as she did when she was alive.

He wished her life didn't end the way it did. Every day he regretted what had happened.

"No words can describe the changes she has brought into my life," Damon continued, his voice breaking slightly as his tears continued to fall. "I never expected her to be the one to see the beauty in me when everyone saw a killer. I never expected that she would be the one that I would fall in love with and I never expected her to feel the same way. Though I doubt she did either."

He hesitated, during which he wiped his eyes again, knowing that he would soon break down.

A wave of memories flashed before his eyes, reminding him of the times they had spent together. The moments Damon shared with her, which they would never experience again. He would only remember them in his head.

He looked up at the audience again, his vision slightly blurry from the tears he shed. They were watching him intently, waiting for him to continue his speech.

Each person had mixed feeling about Damon's speech and appearance today. Some were angry, others were confused; but the were all intrigued. All of them were wondering what had happened between the two over the past year.

Sure, they had all seen the change in their relationship and Damon's character, but no-one knew what had really happened between them; and there stood Damon, the only one who could tell them the whole story.

They wanted answers.

He cleared his throat with difficulty and spoke again.

"The story about the two of us goes way back, but it really started last year, after Jenna and Johns death. After the Sacrifice. It started when a curse was placed on me - the curse that would change the course of my - of our - lives forever."

He took a deep breath and said, "If you'll let me, I'd like to tell you a story. A story of how I, Damon Salvatore fell in love with Bonnie Bennett, and how I ultimately killed her."

A/N: So this is the beginning chapter of my first multichapter fic. It was meant to be a one-shot but then I started getting a few ideas and this just wrote itself. Please review, so I know that people are interested. If not, I might just scrap it. It is quite short but trust me the chapters itself will be longer. And yes as you can tell Damon will be narrating the story and it will start from after the sacrifice. Okay, please let me know what you guys think. Thanks :) xx