It was pitch black out by the time Bonnie finally left the grille. She had finally let Caroline Elena drag her away from her house and take her out. They went shopping for the majority of the day and then decided to get dinner but they ended up having to leave shortly after their meals arrived because Tyler called Caroline to ask her to help with some werewolf things and Elena's aunt called and said that they were going to have a family dinner. The two girls felt bad about leaving but in all honestly Bonnie was grateful to be left alone. She loved her to best friends but at the moment she really just didn't want to be around them. She was still weary of Caroline, she accept the fact that she was a vampire but couldn't forget what she could do and lately Elena had been a little depressing and slightly annoying by the way she always seemed to talk about all the bad things happening in her life. And on top of all that she was too tired and sad to even want to be around friends. Although she tried not to show it, she still terribly missed her Grams and with all the school work and witchcraft she's been doing lately she barely has any time to sleep. Life was finally starting to take a toll on her.

She walked outside the Grille and suddenly wished she had brought a jacket with as the cold air tickled her arms. She started walking to her car when she realized she had no idea where she parked. Not that the Grille parking lot was super big or anything, but it was dark and hard to see and she wanted to get to her car as quickly as possible. So she went to retrieve her keys from her bag so she could beep her car but was slammed into the wall before she could reach her them. Her head slammed against the brick and she winced in pain closing her eyes, when she opened those seconds later she was greeted by two dark brown cold eyes staring at as if she was some kind of meal. And that's when she noticed that he had fangs and the slightest outlines of veins could be seen below his eyes. He was a vampire, probably one from the tomb. She tried to use her powers to throw him off of her but they had seemed to stop working, maybe out of fear. She was trembling in his grasp and an evil grin spread across his face. "this is going to be fun." He said in a sickening tone. He brought his cold lips to her neck and started roughly kissing her and biting her with his fangs. She tried to push him away but she felt as if all the energy had drained out of her body. She was scared out of her wits. She screamed in protest when he took a deep bite into her shoulder but he quickly raised a hand to her mouth to muffle her screams. She mustered up the strength to push him away but he just slapped her hard across the face and slammed her up against the wall once more.


Damon Salvatore finally decided it was time to call it a night he was at the Grille drinking away his sorrows like he always does. He had come into the Grille intending to have a good night. Have a couple drinks, flirt with a couple girls, pick one lucky girl to bring home so he can feed and maybe do a few other pleasurable things too. But then he noticed Bonnie Bennet sitting at a table eating alone. He found it strange that she was here. He hasn't really seen her go out much except for when the group needed her for her witch powers. She was sitting alone and he had the sudden urge to go sit with her and give her some company. But he pushed that urge down. She hadn't liked him before and the fact that her Grams recently died and it was basically his fault he didn't really feel like she'd enjoy his company. He had apologized to her and thanked her for saving his life but he didn't think she really took his word seriously. Even though he was really very sorry for what he did. He finally got up and decided it was time to head home. He walked outside and the first thing that hit him was the smell of blood. Her blood. Then he heard whimper coming from the alleyway. He immediately rushed over there only to find a vampire draining the life out of Bonnie and at the sight a powerful feeling of protectiveness and anger swept over him. In inhuman speed he ripped the vampire off bonnie and flung him into the opposite wall. The other vampire let out a small chuckle and slowly stood up from the ground. "If you wanted to share her you could of just asked." the vampire said cockily.

"I don't share well." Damon replied with a smirk but hatred filled his eyes. the other Vampire took a few steps closer and Damon instinctively stood in front of Bonnie, ready to protect her.

"Well then you're gonna have to find a different girl cause this one's mine" the vampire stated unexpectedly flew towards bonnie. But Damon was faster than him and caught the vampire once more and threw him against the wall. He used his speed and quickly is right in front of the man. He kicks him in the ribs twice before grabbing him and ripping his head off. He stands there in a trance of anger until it is broken by a soft whimper coming from behind him. He turns his head and the moment he lays his eyes on bonnie his vampire face goes back to his human form and his eyes soften. He quickly rushes to her and cautiously bends down so there faces are mere inches apart. Her puffy eyes are wide open and he can see the fear in them, all he wants to do is wrap her up in his arms and keep her safe but he doesn't want to startle her so he keeps his distance. Instead he decides to check her wounds, there are cuts and bite marks all across her neck and shoulder along with some bruises. Her shirt is ripped and her eyes are red and puffy. He notices she's trembling and without even thinking of it he lets his instincts take over and he gently wraps his arms around her. He assumed she would try to push him away but wouldn't have been surprised if she just let him hold her. What did shock him was that she instantly flung her arms around him and clung to him tightly. She buried her face in his shirt and he tightened his grasp on her and let her sob into his chest trying to offer as much comfort as he could. Damon sat with her until her sobs started to fade and once she seemed to have calmed down he pulled away slightly, keeping his arms around her.

"Give me your car keys." He quietly demanded. She easily obliged. He picked her up and once he found her car he placed her in the passenger seat. He took his time getting into the driver's seat but once he got in he started the engine. He glanced over at the little witch and noticed she was still shaking. He let out a sigh and took off his leather jacket and handed it to her. She gave him a questioning glance to which he responded with a look that said 'Just take it.' She took it and wrapped it around her shoulders breathing in his calming scent. By the time they made it home she had fallen asleep.

Damon drove the car to the Salvatore boarding house. He knew he hadn't been invited into Bonnie's house yet and didn't want to leave her alone in her condition. When they arrived at their destination he carefully lifted her out of her seat and carried her bridle style to the front porch. He opened the door and used his vampire speed to get to his bedroom. The house was completely empty aside from Damon and Bonnie; Stefan had decided to spend the night at Elena's. Damon gently lowered bonnie unto the bed and then left to go find some wet rags for her wounds. She started to stir as he left and when he got back he found her attempting to sit up while wincing in pain.

He rushed over to her and helped her sit up and lean against the headboard. Their eyes met and she noticed where she was and who she was with, at first she began to panic but then she realized how surprisingly safe and comfortable she felt.

"We're at my house." he quietly said. She nodded and looked around at the room.

"It's my bedroom." He stated seeing her confusion. "I know I'm not invited in at your place and I didn't want to leave you alone in your condition."

"Careful Damon" Bonnie said with a quiet voice, "I might began to think you care about me."

He froze for a slight second at her comment but then replied, his voice losing the softness and warmth it had earlier. "I just don't want are only witch dying, that's all, plus Elena would be sad if you died." He practically spat at her.

She looked slightly scared now that his usual harsh tone had come back and looked down at the ground. Damon's eyes soften as he saw the fear return in her eyes and immediately felt guilty. He gently grabbed her chin and lifted her head so he could look into her eyes. He then grabbed the rags and after he looked at her questioningly asking permission to touch her and she nodded, he gently started dabbing the wet rag on her bloody wounds. She winced a couple of times and he made sure to press as lightly as he could. When he finished cleaning her up he found her an old t-shirt of his and some basketball shorts, both black of course, and told her she could take a shower and change into them after she got cleaned up.

While she was getting cleaned up, Damon decided to cook soup, something he hadn't done in a long time. By the time she was done he was back upstairs holding a bowl of soup for her and a glass of water. She walked out of the bathroom and Damon couldn't stop the soft smile that came on his face when he saw her wearing his too large clothes. She shyly came over to him and sat on the bed. He placed the bowl of soup and she looked at it questionably.

"Don't worry, I didn't poison it or anything." He said with a smirk.

She chuckled softly looking back up to him with bright eyes. "It's not that I just didn't know that you could cook."

"Well I was human once." He stated.

"Yeah but didn't you have…you know servants and what not to do that for you."

"My mother taught me." He said proudly, then his eyes glazed over and he continued on, "She used to say that cooking was a way of life, anything you could learn from cooking would help you in the world. The servants did a lot of the main cooking but my mother helped out a lot. I used to love watching her cook. I guess she noticed because one day she started teaching me. " He snapped back to reality and realized that he had just said. He looked at Bonnie cautiously wondering what she would say.

"While she did a great job at teaching you this soup is amazing." He grinned at her compliment. When she finished he took the bowl of soup back downstairs and then went back to make sure she had everything she needed to sleep.

"Are you sure it's a good idea that I sleep here." Bonnie asked as she got under the covers.

"Bonnie it's late and you're hurt and scared and tired. I think it's a great idea that you sleep here." Damon replied with a smirk. She nodded. "Ok, then I'll be downstairs on the couch if you need anything." Damon continued. Bonnie opened her mouth, as if she were going to protest but thought better of it and shut her mouth and laid down. Damon shut the light off and then went downstairs letting his eyes stay on her for a bit longer than he probably should have.


It was about 2:30 in the morning when Damon woke up to the sound of yells and whimpers coming from upstairs. He immediately ran upstairs and was in his bedroom in a matter of seconds. He saw bonnie thrashing and screaming in his bed, her eyes clamped shut. She was having a nightmare, most likely about the attack last night. He rushed to her side and took her in his arms. He restrained her until she stopped thrashing and stroked her hair as she sobbed once again into his chest. She gripped him tightly and buried her face in his strong, hard chest as he curled his arms protectively around her. He lay back on the bed and continued to hold her. When she had finally stopped crying he tried to get out of the bed without waking her but as he started climbing out of the bed a small hand grabbed his arm and he turned around.

"Please don't go." Bonnie whispered quietly, fear shinning in her eyes. He knew he probably should have left anyways but he didn't have the heart to turn her down, and quite honestly he didn't want to. He liked having her in his arms. So, he got back into the bed and protectively wrapped his arms around her. She curled into him and got comfortable.

"Thank you" she said before drifting off into a peaceful sleep. Meanwhile Damon lay there wondering when he had turned into such a softie and why he only now realized how much he cared for Bonnie.