Hey. This is my 2nd fanfic profile. I decided to start writing TVD TV fics. And to start off, Ill write a BAMON! Love Damon and Bonnie. :) Happy Reading ! - Lethe

Chapter 1: Pour Water on the Fire

Klaus decided to take drastic actions once Damon refused to stop searching for Stefan...

The road was slippery already. Just five minutes ago, it had started to rain. More like pour, the sky was dark and the wind was rampant. It wasn't a pleasant day in Mystic Falls.

Bonnie Bennett drove down the road. In fact, she was speeding. She was driving home from the Grill after a fight with Jeremy. They never seemed to see eye to eye, always fighting whether it was about Anna, his ghost 'girlfriend' or another nuisance. She was supposed to be his girlfriend, he was supposed to be there when no one else was there for her, he didn't even appreciate the fact she saved his life. In fact, no one really appreciated her. Caroline was always with Tyler, Elena was always preoccupied with finding Stefan, she was just the witch that helped out, here and there. She was alone.

She was about to turn, when she noticed the road was blocked. Flood Warning: Road Blocked until further notice. She cursed to herself. "How am I going to get home?" she asked herself. After much debate she turned toward the Salvatore Boarding House. There was a longer route from there to her house.

Bonnie sighed; she was almost home, almost. Then she noticed smoke, it was darker than the surrounding sky billowing it the rough air. It was arising from the… the Boarding House!

Bonnie picked up the speed of her car, pushing ninety. She swiftly turned and pulled into the driveway of the estate, proceeding to jump out of her car without consequence; ignoring that she parked on the grass. The mansion was ablaze, smoke was pouring from every open window and door. The house glowed in the dark, illuminated by the internal flames. Damon's car in the front was a pitiful wreckage. She looked to her phone to call the fire department, but found no service. Hopefully someone will notice the smoke.

She ran to the front refusing to wait for aid. "Damon!" she yelled. Bonnie frantically looked for some sign that he had escaped but she wasn't sure. He could be in there, he could be dead already. Bonnie was getting soaked, the rain was pouring, but the fire was still spreading through the house. Her dark hair was matted to her face, her sneakers soaked through. "Damon!" she called again. She couldn't wait any longer; she risked it and ran in.

The first few moments were terrifying. The black smoke filled her lungs as she made her way into the house. Her eyes stung as she scanned the ruins. Bonnie pulled her shirt over her face to block the smoke but it only did so much. "Damon!" she called again. This time she heard a small noise, she headed that way, calling for him. She dodged the fire using magic to extinguish the lesser fires that hindered her way; she made her way to the lounge.

The room like everything else was destroyed. The bookcases were toppled over and on fire, books scattered everywhere. The couch was on its side, chairs broken and scattered. Bonnie took a sharp inhale; a burnt corpse was in one corner of the room. It couldn't have been Damon. She avoided the body and ran over to search behind the couch, and then she saw him.

Damon was lying beside the couch. His clothes were torn and burnt. From his chest was a stake, blood slowly dripping from the wound. His skin as well suffered burns. Blood dripped from his hairline, glistening from the surrounding flames.

Bonnie kneeled frantically trying to rouse him. "Damon, please get up! Damon!" She shook his body but he was unresponsive. Bonnie knew she had to doit; she had to remove the stake. She placed his hands around the wretched wooden protrusion and pulled up hard. She tossed the stake into the fires as it came free. Damon groaned in pain, his eyes were half lidded, and almost tired looking. Bonnie grabbed his shoulders, trying to get his attention.

"Damon, we have to get out of here. Can you stand?" Bonnie asked frantically.

Damon sat up with much difficulty and placed a hand on his open wound, then said, "Judgey. What are you doing here?" His voice was hoarse. Bonnie ignored his question and tried to get him up.

Bonnie grabbed his arm and used all her strength to heave him up. He stood, leaning heavily on the witch.

"Come on.." Damon said. They both went as fast as they could but the fires were spreading. Each way was blocked. Bonnie extinguished as many flames as she could but they kept coming. It seemed hopeless.

Damon was starting to nod off again. She held him up but she was having difficulties too. Her head was pounding and the smoke made each breath more painful then the next. Damon then mumbled something.

"What?"she asked. Damon repeated with trouble, "I can get through the wall, I may be strong enough because the supports are down, but the house might collapse afterwards. We don't have much time."

Bonnie nodded, "Are you sure?" Damon responded by standing up by himself meeting her green eyes, "Once I do it, run out as fast as you can" He readied himself then slammed himself into the wooden wall. He opened a splintered hole in the wall, immediately fresh air poured in. Bonnie ran as fast as she could jumping out of the opening landing on the pavement. An instant later the above floor came crashing down in the house, she had been there just a second ago. But she was safe, they escaped.

It was still raining. It seemed to have little to no effect on the fire, the intensity was incredible.

Bonnie searched for Damon, coughing heavily trying to dismiss the smoke that plagued her lungs. He was a few feet away lying in an awkward angle. She jogged over to him. The extent of his wounds were more apparent.

His skin was burnt, at some points so deep you could see muscle, black and scorched. The wound from the stake was gaping, blood flowing more freely from it then before. His face was scrunched in pain. Bonnie turned him on his back; he was out cold again but alive.

In the distance, sirens could be heard. She had to get him out of here fast.

Her car was a few yards away from his position. Using her remaining strength, which didn't amount to a lot she dragged him to her car through the mud and pulled him into the back seat. Bonnie continued and jumped into the driver's side and started the car.

As she pulled out of the driveway she noticed the rain had started to put out the fires. By the time they were gone, the Salvatore Boarding House was no more than a frame of burnt wood, in a pile of ash. The rain had stopped following a crescent moon that had emerged from the dark clouds.

Bonnie decided there was really no other choice but to bring him to her house. Her father was on a business trip for the next three weeks, so she was alone in the house anyways. From there, she could figure this out.

She thought to herself, "Who set the boarding house on fire? And who was the burnt corpse? And most importantly, "What am I going to do with Damon?"

Bonnie could hear his uneven breathing from the back. Every so often she would turn around and check to see if his wounds were healing, they weren't. Bonnie noticed her hands were shaking. She could have died today. Damon could die…

Bonnie pulled into her driveway. She took her keys and went to the back of the car. Damon still lay where she placed him. She didn't want to hurt him further but knew he needed blood, soon.

She jumped into the back seat of the car with Damon and called the one person that could help her, Alaric.

There was a few rings before Alaric picked up his cell, "Bonnie?" he asked surprised she was calling this late at night.

"Yeah, it's me. I need your help… its Damon."

He sensed the worry in her voice, "What did he do to you? Are you alright?"

She quickly replied, "Yes, I'm fine. I just need you to come over to my house, fast. Damon is...Well, he's hurt pretty bad, it's a long story."

"I'll be right over." Alaric promptly hung up the phone, leaving Bonnie in silence.

Bonnie, although reluctant to leave Damon alone opened her front door turning the lights on. She looked for any medical supplied she had, but found none particularly useful for a vampire. She resorted to her Grimoire, returning to her car.

Just as she made it outside, Alaric pulled into her driveway hoping out of his car. He noticed Bonnie, jogging up to her. "I'm here, what's going on?" "I'll explain everything to you, we just need to help Damon first, as unbelievable as that may sound." "You want to help Damon?" "Yeah, I know."

She directed Alaric to her car; Damon was in the same state. "My god…" Alaric exclaimed. "We need to take him inside. From there we can figure out where to get some blood bags, maybe from Caroline."

Alaric leaned into her car gently lifting Damon, carrying him bridal style to her home. She opened the door and reluctantly invited Damon in, now he could enter whenever he wanted. Alaric heaved Damon, "Where is it okay to put him? He's kinda bloody…"Alaric sadly said.

"You can put him on the couch" she spoke quietly. Alaric placed him down on her couch, he groaned in pain, his teeth clenched together. Alaric tried to sooth him quietly, removing his torn shirt, trying to assess his wounds.

Bonnie in the meantime called Caroline, "Hey Care." "Hey Bonnie! What's up?"she said in a cheerful tone. Loud music playing in the background. "Um.. do you have any blood bags?"

There was a silence, "Why?" Bonnie replied, "It's a long story, but it's important. If you have any can you bring them to my house quickly? Please." "Okay Bonnie, I'll be there in about a half an hour, I'll try to get there sooner…" She hung up on her. At least that solved one problem.

Bonnie returned to her living room. Alaric was sitting on the floor beside the couch looking perplexed. "Bonnie, can you explain how this all happened?" She sighed explaining briefly about how she saw the house on fire and how someone staked Damon and she got him out of the house.

"It was probably Klaus…"Alaric said in response. "We can't be sure until we get Damon's story as well." Bonnie replied. They both looked over at him again. Damon was supposed to be the strong one out of all of them, never breaking. Always making them ease up, although being annoying most of the time.

"Caroline's coming with blood." Bonnie said reassuring herself more than Alaric. "I don't know if that will be enough, he may need fresh blood." Alaric said unsurely. "I can give him some of my blood; my ring would prevent him from killing me."

"Alaric, you don't have to-

"He's my friend and although he's an ass most of the time. We are his family now."Alaric said.

Bonnie nodded; she got up and returned with a kitchen knife. Alaric hesitantly took it and cut his arm, hissing in pain. He placed his arm over Damon's mouth, as the red blood dripped onto his lips. A few minutes passed, it didn't seem like he was responding to the blood but then some small wounds healed over. Damon's fangs extended, black veins protruded around his eyes, he latched onto Alaric's arm. Alaric sharply exhaled in pain, blood dripping down Damon's face. A minute passed, Alaric began to pale.

Then Damon's eyes suddenly opened...

Thanks for reading. Feel free to give any advice on the story. I dont really know where Im going with it. (should I continue?)

And Review! :)