She didn't know what she was thinking. Every time the dry leaves crunched under her feat she realized how obvious she was being. Besides the fact his super hearing would have heard her from miles away, it was very likely he had speed of some ago. Why did I come here in the first place? She had already been wandering nearly ten minutes before she realized she was lost. Her friends, who she had left behind with out a word, were unlikely to come looking for her anytime soon. With Elena suddenly back in her life they, understandably, had bigger things on their mind to worry about.

"Are you trying to follow me." Bonnie let out a squeal with his back against an old oak tree "What would your friends think?"

"No." she nearly shouted before regaining her composure. "No I mean I'm just…I'm just going for a walk." Bonnie had to admit it wasn't one of her best excuses.

"Well then don't let me ruin your early morning adventure." He said turning around and heading off in the opposite direction. "I also enjoy a nice stroll after defeating super villain vampires."

"Wait! You can't just leave! I…I have no idea where I am."

"You know," He mused turning to face her "I remember one of my nannies telling me about this little red headed girl getting lost in the woods." In a few strides he was in front of her, stroking her arm, gently guiding her backwards till her back hit the tree he once leaned against. "Then a big bad wolf came along and ate her up."

His hand slid up to gently grip the side of her neck, his thumb slowly pushing her chin over till the skin of her neck stretched so tight he could see the fresh blood pumping below. He dipped his head down burying his nose in the crook of her neck inhaling her scent; the strawberry perfume was sweet but no strong enough to mask the scent of blood. He could hear her heart beating faster and the way the gulped when she felt his lips touch her skin.

"You had a nanny?" she stuttered out. He pulled back and looked at her, his brows lifting in both confusion and surprise.

"You really know how to ruin a moment Red." He sighed taking a few steps backwards to give her some air. "Maybe I'm just loosing my touch." He grinned and tossed a pair of key at her.

"What-"

"Come with me." Bonnie paled looking into Damon's eyes, realizing he wasn't joking. She thought back to the time when she first saw Damon at that party and when she was alone with him in the backyard. She remembered when seeing him made her heart speed up, both from affection and fear. She could picture the way his lips turned into a frown when he talked about Katherine or the how his darkened every time Elena rejected him. Bonnie realized at that moment how deep her feelings ran for him, that she never wanted to see those looks on his face again. But this was the real world and Elena had only been around a few minutes before she ran off after him.

"Look Damon-"

"Save it," He said raising his hands up behind his head. "I'm a big boy, I can handle rejection, all I needed was a yes or no." He turned for the last time walking away. "You ever need me you'll know where to find me."

Damon didn't really know what he expected to see when he opened the door. He certainly didn't think he'd see a red headed witch with baggage. The last time he saw Bonnie she had just fought to defeat Klaus, a long battle had left her bruised, her makeup smeared, her hair tangled into knots. She didn't look much better.

"Look Damon, I'll get straight to the point. I need a place to stay for a few nights, then I'm out of you hair." Damon surprised by her demanding tone nodded. Bonnie mumbled a word of thanks before stepped in. Damon gave her a short tour of the house, which was only really enough to get her from the door to the first available bedroom. Bonnie marveled at the size of the room, then was dismayed to realize the room was bigger then her apartment. Then a bit disturbed when she began to wonder if Damon had paid for the house or simply taken it. Bonnie unpacked the few items she had in her suit case and laid down on the bed. How am I going to get out of this, I can't stay with Damon forever, I mean he'll figure out I'm hiding from something when I refuse to leave the house with out him, or he'll think I'm in love with him. Which is probably worse. Best case scenario I have three days, hopefully he'll have some stupid bimbo to keep him occupied till then.

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Bonnie sat at the table still in her blue cotton duck pajamas, munching on some cereal. It was stale and she couldn't find any milk in the blood filled fridge but it was still the best she'd eaten in days.

"Sleep well?' He asked as he grabbed a chair and sat across from the young witch. She stuck another mouthful of dry cereal into her mouth and shrugged. The few measly hours of dreamless sleep had been restful enough she supposed.

"And you?"

"I don't really sleep Bonnie, I prefer to spend my night time doing other things." He raised his eyebrows in a suggestive way that made Bonnie let out a nervous laugh. "So I don't suppose your going to tell me why you decided to just show up on my doorstep unannounced."

"Wasn't planning on." The two lapsed into an awkward silence, both watching the Italian news channel that Bonnie didn't understand and Damon didn't care. "Do you have any coffee?"

"There might be some instant coffee in one of the cupboards." He gestured to one of the higher cupboards she hadn't bothered looking in. "How's Elena?"

Bonnie nearly laughed at the question, one he'd obviously wanted to ask since she got there. Damon always had to play it cool. She pretended to think about the answer while rifling through the cupboard, though the coffee was in plain sight she deciding to make him sweet a bit first.

"She's ok. Still in the honeymoon phase I guess." She grabbed the jar of coffee and put a spoonful in before realizing she had nothing to boil any water in.

"Hm." He grunted almost spitefully. "Well no need for us to wait around here collecting dust. How about I show you around Florence?"

"Uh ya, sure. I guess I have a couple hours to kill."

Florence was a lot different then she expected, the streets were tiny and people piled into them on their way around town. It was high tourist season meaning there was an extra thousand people Damon estimated, though that seemed like an exaggeration. Eventually they reached a large open square with a big green statue fountain. Bonnie spent nearly twenty minutes admiring the statues around the square before Damon decided to mention they were all replicas and the real ones were inside the museum. She might have been annoyed by that if he hadn't offered to show her the real ones instead.

"Wow." She marveled looking at the statue of David whose white marble almost glowed under the overhead lights. "It's huge."

"It's ok."

"Bigger then I expected."

"You really haven't seen many naked men have you Bonnie." He grinned walking away from the masterpiece and on to the paintings.

"That's not what I was talking about!" She screeched her pale skin turning a bright scarlet. One of the guards gave her a harsh glare and shushed her while a group of American girls giggled. The museum was small and after the painting they left, Bonnie with a small tacky David statue souvenir. Damon claimed to know the best view in Florence and took her to an old stone bridge. It was quite the sight seeing the smooth river nestled between the crowded antique houses. A group of school children ran past her knocking back into a rusted gate covered in old deadbolts. "What are those?"

"There love padlocks," He said running his hand over the cluster of locks that littered the gates and railings on the bridge. "Supposedly, you write you and your lover writes your names on it and lock it somewhere on the bridge. Then you'll be together forever. At least that's what the tourists say to justify ruining classic renaissance Italian architecture."

"Well aren't you a romantic."

"Here." He grabbed her hand and placed something cold in it before walking over the bridge towards a tiny blue gelato shop. Bonnie looked down at the large brass lock in her hands, she wasn't sure if the lock was supposed to entice her or mock her. She decided she preferred the first option.

"You know you've been unusually nice today." She huffed, nearly out of breath from running to catch up with the vampire.

"Have I?" He handed her a small plastic bowl full of a light green gelato covered in tiny black dots. He walked further into the shop motioning for her to follow before sitting at the table in the corner. She followed taking a spoonful of gelato and shoving it in her mouth. She was expecting a chocolate mint but nearly gagged at the strange flavour instead. It was beyond bitter; Bonnie could barely swallow it but tried her best to keep a smile on her face. Obviously it was some sort of local flavour, like vegemite to Australians, she didn't want to insult Damon's city by puking all over the table. Instead she smiled and even took one more bite before sitting across from him. "It's almost like I'm trying to keep you occupied while I wait for Saint Stefan to arrive."

"What!" She spit out, loud enough to turn a few heads towards the two.

"Don't cause a scene." He smiled looking at the cashier, acting as cool as ice. "You didn't think you could just show up at my door and I wouldn't ask any questions? I'm not an idiot; I knew you wouldn't tell me so I asked someone who would."

"You know what Damon? Go screw yourself. After everything I've done for you and everything you've done to me, you obviously still don't have the moral character to do something for me for once. And," she continued flinging her gelato cup of the table sending it tumbling to the floor "this gelato tastes like shit."

She shoved herself away from the table and started to storm out ignoring everyone's stern glares directed at the angry red head. "That's probably just the drugs."

Bonnie stopped cold her hand hovering above the door knob. She felt Damon's eyes on her and could practically see the smug look on his face. "What did you say?"

"I thought the mint might cover up the bitter taste but maybe I put too much in."

"I am not going back there" She didn't turn around, didn't even move her hand from its place above the door knob. Instead she racked her brain for an escape plan, trying to figure out a way to out smart Damon in his own city. But the harder she thought the fuzzier her thoughts became, her eyelids felt heavy and she swayed slightly trying to keep standing. Damon chuckled behind her and she tried to concentrate any sort of magic she might have left on slowing him down some how so she could make a break for it. Her hand fell numbly on the door missing the knob, she'd be lucky if she had a full minute before she totally lost it. "Fuck you." She managed to whisper before her knees started wobbling.

"Shhh." He lifted his finger to his lips and drawing out the shushing sound. "Don't go to sleep angry, just go to sleep."

She'd like to think Damon was kind enough to catch her before she hit the ground but the throbbing bulge on her head said otherwise. By the time she woke up it was pitch black and her limbs were so heavy she couldn't do much but just remain lying down on the cold concrete floor. It didn't take long for her to realize that it wasn't night it was just that her eyelids refused to open, the drugs still working their way through her system. It took a long time but eventually she was able to force her eyelids open, soon she was able to wiggle her toes, then her hands and eventually she mustered up enough strength to push herself off the dirty ground.

"Don't strain yourself." Bonnie groaned when she looked up to see Damon leaning against the door frame drinking a wine glass, though it's contents looked suspiciously unlike wine.

"Were you watching me sleep?" She asked rubbing the sore bump on her head. "Next you'll start to sparkle."

"Funny." He brought the glass to his lips and down its contents in one fluid motion. Placing the empty glass on an old rickety table he made his way over to her, though she was still too weak to do much but look up at him. "They're here."

"You can tell them to go back the way they came." She snorted.

"I'm going upstairs to tell them you're awake. Do not leave this room Bonnie."

"Or what?" She snapped. Damon raised an eyebrow and pointed above her head to the rusted chains that hung against the wall ending in a pair of cuffs. "Why do you even have that!"

Damon gave an unusually pleasant smile in response which actually just made her feel more uncomfortable.

"So where do we go from here?" Stefan asked as the three made there way to the basement that held the young redhead. Elena had a thoughtful look on her face; obviously she had been planning this meeting for a long time, while Damon just looked bored still unaware of the cause of all this trouble. The stopped just short of the door unsure if they should enter without a plan. "What do we say to her?"

"That she's stupid." Elena piped in grabbing the doorknob but not having the courage to twist it open. "That she was immature and naïve and that she ran away from the people who were trying to help her-"

The door flung open with a rather angry red head on the other side, Bonnie moved to stand nearly nose to nose to Elena. "Go fuck yourself."

Damon shoved a hand between the two pushing Bonnie back into the room and placing himself between Elena and the young witch. "I thought I told you to behave."

"No you told me not to leave the room." She slapped Damon's hand off her and marched over to the other side of the room putting as much distance as possible between them. Stefan wrapped an arm around Elena who was a bit shaken up having finally come face to face with the women she's been chasing all this time. Bonnie sent the two a hard glare, one that looked so foreign to the lovers who were so used to empathy and joy on their friends face. Instead her face was twisted in distain perhaps even malice towards the girl she had known for so long. If looks could kill Stefan thought before wondering how easy it would be for a witch to kill with just a quick blink.

"Bonnie-"Elena managed to choke out before something snapped in Bonnies eyes making her growl and lunge at the blonde. Elena squeaked and tried to move out of the way but Stefan's arm limited her movement, instead she was faced with a pair of long slightly jagged red nails stopped merely an inch from her eyes. Bonnie struggled to free herself from Damon's arms and close the distance between her sharp claws and Elena's wide baby blues. There was a soft click before Damon released her, an old steal cuff wrapped around her small wrist. She let out an annoyed growl tugging at the chain trying to free herself.

"Why do you have those?" Stefan pulled Elena close to hum wrapping his arms tighter around the shaking girl.

"The man I…'persuaded' to give me this house, he had some weird fetishes. I tossed the rest of the items but I just had a feeling I could get some use out of these." He took a step back when Bonnie tried to kick him stretching as far as she could with the shackle keeping her chained to the wall. "It's been a long week for me Bonnie; I'm really not in the mood for games. So here's how it's going to work you tell Saint Stefan what he wants to know and I'll tell him where the key is."

She tugged a few more times on the chain her small muscled bulging from the effort before looking defiantly at the trio and giving a defeated sigh. "Fine."

So I've decided that this could be a really awesome story but right now it's closer to really sucky. I mean I was like in the 9th grade when I started writing this and I'd like to think my writing has improved since then (at least I wont have such glaring pot holes). So I'm going to repost the chapters after I've rewritten them. Anyone just tuning in is welcome to read the un edited chapters because I'll leave them up till they're rewritten but if it doesn't have 'repost' in the title its old. Unless of course you're reading in the future and NONE have the repost in the title in which case I imagine that I've done all the chapters and no longer need the 'repost' in the title…

So you might have noticed that there's a lot more swearing in this one compared in the old one. And I have no idea if that means I should switch it to M or not? I looked it up and it said minor adult language is ok for T, but I don't know if that means how much swearing or by the specific swear words…I guess if anyone knows specifically to let me know

PS So I don't know if any of you have actually been to Florence but the statue of David is huge! I mean I thought it was just the side of a regular person but it's like six of me. So I cool little fact. Also gelato shop mentioned in the story actually has really good gelato and usually a lot less drugs.