A/N: I do NOT own the Vampire Diaries or anything related to it
Bonnie POV
She's gone.
These words echoed in my head ever since that night. As much as I want to say it was his fault, it was just as much mine. I told Grams to do the spell. She died from the loss of energy that it took to take the barrier down. Yet again, I constantly find myself blaming him. Damon Salvatore. With those stupid blue piercing eyes that make you want to melt when he sets his gaze upon you. And that dark hair that makes you want to run your fingers through just to see how it fee- 'NO! Stop it, Bonnie! Damon Salvatore is a waste of space who only cared for himself and that bitch Katherine. He doesn't deserve to have her back after what he's done'. But, even as I think this, part of me feels bad for him and wants the best for him. 'In a way, you are both in the same boat,' she thought to herself. Realizing how late it was I forced myself from the ground and took one last look at the gravestone where under my Grams was buried. 'Grams, please, send me some sort of sign so I know you're okay.' And with that thought, I walked back to my blue Prius. While walking, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. 'Probably my witchy senses reacting to the cemetery', I told myself.
Damon POV
I watched the beautiful witch walk back to her little blue car. 'Grams, please, send me some sort of sign so I know you're okay.' I know I shouldn't have been snooping in the young girl's thoughts, but she was broadcasting. Bonnie would need to learn to control that. I can't help but feel responsible for the fact that the girl's grandmother is dead. It technically was my fault. If I hadn't been so obsessed over getting Katherine out of that God forsaken tomb, the old woman might still be here. I recalled the last time I spoke with her. The moment where I was standing on her porch, instigating her to step outside of the warm comforts of her home. I figured she would be too scared, like little Bonnie. But, she did, and kicked my ass with her freaky witch powers. For that, I respected her.
"I am NOT Bonnie, you don't want to mess with me," She told me. No, she wasn't, but I could sense that the little dark skinned Bonnie would grow up to become just like Sheila. Remembering that moment made me smile, something I haven't done since the night the tomb was opened. 'WAIT! Hold the phone. When did I become so soft! Great, now I'm going to turn out like Saint Stefan. With the brooding forehead and the Bambi diet.' I jumped from the tree I was perched on and went to find some O positive. I believe I saw a cute blonde visiting her father who just passed a few weeks back…
A/N: Well I did this in about 10 minutes The idea just popped into my head. PLEASE!! REVIEW!!!! This is my first FanFic EVER and i need to know how to make it better!!!! I LESS THAN 3 YOU!!!!(figure it out). =D