Hello hello! Okay so I have this HUGE Webster dictionary at home. I've also been on a Bamon high lately(sidenote-BAMON'S COMING SEASON 5 YASSSS) and wanting to write goodies for them. So instead of starting all these different multi-chaptered fics, I closed my eyes, opened the dictionary and randomly found 50 different words to write drabbles on! Now, I've never written Bamon, so it may not be as great in the beginning. But as I go on, I hope I'll get better. Also, it's just 50 right now, but who knows, I may end up doing more-depends on if you guys like them or not! Okay this AN is getting too long. Hope you all enjoy this first one! (=

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Abuse

Between his human self and his vampire self, there were a lot of differences when it came to Damon Salvatore. His brother had always liked to point out said changes when lecturing on the older vampire's controversial decisions and general outlook on his undead life. To some on the outside looking in, he was an uncaring, uninterested, blue-eyed beast with no regard to human life. And he welcomed such judgments; it wasn't as if he had ever given them a reason to think otherwise. He had stopped trying to be the 'right' kind of gentleman a long time ago.

Only in his human life had he been such a man-a respectable, upstanding, living human. His mother had always told him since childhood that any lady would be lucky to have her son. Mama Salvatore had always been wise, teaching her sons the means of wooing those women, how to treat them, and the respect that a lady should be given.

But once turned, Damon had abandoned most of the rules his mother had once carved into his brain-compelling females to sleep with, killing them, and not having a care in the world about it. He was ruthless in his quests for blood and sex. Anyone comparing the human and vampire Damon would never believe what an actual good, innocent person he once was. It was as if he had never been subjected to any mannerisms at anytime in his life-as if the wise words of his mother were nonexistent. But those thinking such a thing would be completely and utterly wrong. Damon Salvatore had, in fact, been a decent being-but due to his new status as a 'monster' he found himself enjoying the darkness, reveling in it.

There was one rule though-the most important-that never slipped the blue-eyed vampire's mind in all his 150 plus years on earth. If there was one thing his mother had never tolerated, it was a man violently putting his hands on a woman. He can remember the utter disgust on her face when telling him this rule, pointing her finger, and making him promise to never do such an act. He had fervently nodded, telling her he'd always keep his promise. And he did do just that. Yes, Damon had compelled his way through women to get sex and blood-to him it was his only means of survival. He had never, though, unnecessarily laid a violent finger on a defenseless woman just because. Like his mother, he didn't tolerate such an atrocity. Never would he forget or break the number one rule.

That included right at this moment, as he stared through a certain Bennett's bedroom window. He couldn't even recollect why he had strolled up to her house in the first place-all he could comprehend was the gut-wrenching scene before his eyes. He secretly watched on as she examined the black and blue tainting her usually caramel skin. She was gently caressing the wounds, hoping to soothe them while the tears dropped from her eyes. She couldn't even bring herself to look at her own face, somehow feeling nothing more than hideous. The only sounds to be heard were the girls' whimpers and words of self-loathing. Damon could only stare on, both grief and rage slicing through his body and knuckles cracking from the tight curl of his fist.

The vampire found himself surprised at his reaction to the little witches pain. He had said time and time again he didn't care for the judgmental, uptight teenager. He had even looked her right in the eye and told her how joyed he'd be the day she was either away from him or lying six feet under. He remembers the devastated look those beautiful green eyes held after he said those words. Sure, she was nothing fragile-the strongest person he'd ever encountered actually-but it was the one time she wasn't able to hide the pain behind a scowl. And now, seeing her broken and beaten was making him regret ever letting the ugly words slip from his mouth. If he was honest with himself, he had regretted them the very second they come out.

The vampire was so lost in his emotions and memories, that he hadn't noticed the bedroom light off and the sounds of small hiccups coming from the slumbering beauty. He never left the window until he was for certain she was in a calming, deep sleep. Even then he stayed after for a while, staring, and consistently repeating the new promise to himself, and somewhere to his mother as well. Bonnie would be okay. She would. She'd be better than okay, he'd see to it. No matter the hurdles they'd go through, the healing and building of trust to be done, he'd be there every step of the way. If only she knew... She'd never get rid of him now. Nor would he rid himself of her-and he honestly didn't want to.

But first, he'd have to free the girl from her problem... 'Which I am more than happy to do.' The thought flashed through his head as a menacingly determined smirk came to his face. Oh he'd make the bastard pay.

Damon turned back to get one last glimpse at his sleeping Bonnie.

"Sleep well, little bird. Things will get better."

"That's a promise..."

There you have it! The first of many-I know it was kind of sad, but hey at least we know it'll get better! I forgot to point out something earlier-some of the drabbles will be interconnected. I will be sure to let you guys know which ones. Anyway, I hoped you liked it! Make sure to review-you don't have to, but it's nice to know what my readers think. (:

P.S. To those of you waiting for updates to my others fics I AM SOOOOO SORRY. /: I'm having a hard time with Klonnie right now, especially after 4x20... I can't even with the baby stuff they pulled and his crying ass. Like, what happened to the ruthless hybrid we all knew? I miss him-he's the Klaus I ship with Bonnie. Ugh. Whatever. I'm not giving up on it though; I've hit a block in the road. so please don't hate me because I love you! Haha (= Okay, I really need to stop rambling in my authors notes...

-T