AN: I don't own The Vampire Diaries in any way. Honey, if I did believe me things would be so different. I'd axe a couple of people real quick. *coughs* Elena *coughs*
Anyway though, I want to thank my beta for helping me with this fic. You are absolutely amazing and I could not have done it without you. Guys, this thing is a story because of her so send her cookies or something.

This is dedicated to a friend of mine. Yinx1 on tumblr is one of the best Bonnie stans and she wanted to know how Damon got her "cookbook" so I wrote it. Took me long enough right, yeah I know. This one's for you boo!

Song: DLM- James Blake (just put it on repeat in the background, trust me on this)

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This punk kid and his nonsense.

Why the hell was I even answering my phone? Oh, I knew why, he'd said he knew where the hell Bonnie was!

I needed all the help I could get since she was being flighty with her whereabouts all damn summer. Jeremy on the other hand was always a constant pain in my ass, right here at home in Mystic Falls.

There was always something with him.He was already inherently annoying and now he was being vague! I thought. "Well guess what? Vague doesn't get shit done!"

Do I have to do everything myself? I asked again.

What a rhetorical question- no one was there to answer.

I put my phone in the back pocket of my jeans and got into my car. He said he needed to talk to me and that I should come home -alone. Really?

This BETTER be good, I thought as I started the engine furiously.

The drive there was like any other time I was on my way home; blurs of small town bullshit with stupid little people who had no idea what really went on in Mystic Falls. So I drove fast. Who was there to stop me?

I pulled into the driveway and cut the engine. I could hear Jeremy's heart beating a little faster than normal, but I could also feel something else. Weird.

Opening the front door, I was ready to protest telling Jeremy he was wasting my time, but as soon as I noticed he was standing in the middle of the living room with a look on his face I'd never seen before, I knew it was serious. He had my attention.

He started pacing. He started fumbling with his fingers. He started doing weird things with his face. And it was all starting to annoy me. Get on with it, Gilbert!

I really didn't have time for this. I needed to find Bonnie.

Which reminded me...

"Where is Bonnie?" "Have you talked to her? We need her here, she can fix this."

She always does.

"Damon, I need to tell you something."

I felt that weird feeling again, but it mixed with my anticipation. Jeremy was standing close to the fireplace which was close enough to the couch but I moved closer to him just in case he fell because he looked a little green all of a sudden. Whatever this was, I had the common sense to know it wasn't good.

"It's about Bonnie."

As soon as he said it that weird feeling surrounded me again. It was like the last drop of a bourbon: neat, cold, but warming. I pushed it to the back of my mind. Maybe it was the heat, I should really look into getting that fixed.

Jeremy was wringing his hands again and he wouldn't look at me. Okay, now I'm getting nervous. Spit it out!

That feeling came again and this time it was like it was standing directly in front of me, almost like the sultry burn bourbon would give my body if I wasn't dead. I'm calling the service guys on Monday.

He looked directly behind me for a second like all of his focus was on something else and I thought I should turn around,but he dropped his head again before I could. He was struggling with something and...were those..tears in his eyes?

"Damon," he choked out.

What the hell Gilbert? Why was he so emotional?

He was acting like..

It clicked.

I had known for a fact that Elena was fine, so the only other person he could be like this over was...

No. it can't be..she can't be

"Don't you say it, Jeremy. Don't you dare."

Jeremy tensed his body clamping down every muscle he had. I watched him as he opened his lips to speak and shut them three times before he unclenched his fists. I could tell he was trying to keep it together. He gave himself a second to recover before he actually said the words.

"She's dead."

He finally looked at me -like really stared at me- and I knew it was true, my gut knew it was true. I shook my head Bennett was dead?

"No! Why would you say that!"

He kept talking, but all I could think about was the last time I saw her. The entire time he was trying to rationalize how none of us noticed she was missing until now, I couldn't stop thinking about the last time.

I didn't even remember what I had said to her.

If I had known I would never see her again, I would have made a joke about her being a prude. I would have pointed out how uptight she was and how she really needed to relax sometimes. I would have called her by every conventional witch name I knew just to piss her off. Basically anything to really push her buttons and get under her skin. It was so easy. And it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks that I would never hear her come back at me with a snarky comment again. Damn.

I finally snapped back to the conversation Jeremy was basically having with himself and saw that he was barely keeping it together. He had known this secret for months and had to protect it. He did a good job. But right now he just looked like a teenager who had lost his way in life and everyone on the path there.

I crossed over to him so quick I was sure he thought I was going to hit him. I saw it, the shock on his face. I felt it, the tension in his muscles when I hugged him. But I also felt something else. That damn feeling again and this time it was breathing on me. I felt it make the hair on the arms wrapped around Jeremy's neck stand up, but I welcomed it this time. It wasn't a bad feeling and I already felt bad enough. So I closed my eyes and let it warm me up.

She's gone.