Hey guys!! :) So this is the first Vampire Diaries fan fiction i've written. I just finished reading the books, and along with all other who have read them—fell in love. My favorite part was definitely Damon and Bonnie. I think their romance stands a chance, and if anything could even prove to be more powerful than that of Elena's and Stefan. Sadly though, there are not enough fan fiction for these two. So that was when I decided to write this story. Hopefully it will quench my thirst for the couple, if only until the next books are released lol.

Enjoy

~Fate's Princess

Set My Soul Alive

Chapter 1

Bonnie knew right away that this had to be a dream. She was in the one place that she swore she'd never go to again—the old graveyard. Her mind was screaming at her to turn back and run away, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. There was something ominous about this night. The wind had come to a complete stop, yet the chill of the night was as strong as ever against her pale skin—even if it was the middle of the summer. The only sound she could hear was her own steady breathing, which at that moment seemed as loud as the drill of a jackhammer. She held her breath as she walked through the garden of headstones, afraid it would wake the dead.

Even in the darkness of the night, she could clearly see the dark trail she was following. It was blood. The scent of it filled her senses so completely that it was all she could think of. She followed it to the tree line of the forest. The trail of blood ended by one of the trees. There, Bonnie noticed a figure wrapped in black. It was groaning and panting as if in pain. Alarms of warning were ringing in her head, telling her to not go further if she valued her life. But all of her minds attempts to control her legs were futile. She continued walking towards the figure, a sense of urgency washing through her animated body.

The figure stirred as she stepped closer, one arm reaching towards it. Then, it lifted its head and looked at her—its eyes piercing through her very soul. She gasped, her heart pounding in her chest, threatening to come out.

"How..." She whispered, taking one step back.

The figured smiled, its white teeth a bright contrast in the darkness. Then, quicker than the eye could follow, the figure stood from its position and leaped towards a paralyzed Bonnie.

Bonnie quickly sat up in her bed screaming. She looked around her wildly for any signs of danger—but there was none. She was back in her room once again, safe from the perils of the graveyard. She brought her hand towards her heart, telling it that it could calm down now. It was all just a dream. Not real. Just a dream.

But if it was just a dream, why did she feel so uneasy? Bonnie got out of bed and walked over towards her bathroom. The bright lights blinded her as she flipped the switch, forcing her to squint and blink excessively until her eyes were adjusted. What she saw when she looked in the mirror only added to the worry in the back of her mind. Her eyes were swollen and red from awaking in the middle of the night. There were dark circles underneath them as well. She looked paler than usual, somehow cold—although the inside of her house felt fine. Her body was covered in sweat, and her hair was frizzed and tangled.

She looked like hell.

But looking the part was nothing compared to how she felt. It was the third night in a row that she had had this damned dream. It was slowly starting to deprive her of sleep, as she found it impossible to fall back asleep after awaking. It always happened the same way, she found herself walking through the old graveyard—searching, following something. Something she wanted—needed—to find. But that dark figure couldn't have been it. At least she hoped not. Although it was just a dream, she had felt the evil radiating off of it. There was so much hate that it had paralyzed her. The worst part was having the feeling in the back of her head that something bad was coming.

But that was impossible. Fell's Church had gone through more than enough for one town to handle, and it was supposed to be safe again. Or at least that was what Elena had promised her before she left. It seemed like such a long time ago, but in reality only three years had passed. Bonnie, along with Meredith, and Matt had risked their necks to rescue Stefan from his imprisonment. Once reunited with Stefan, Elena had realized that she would never be able to live in peace with him being what she was—half spirit, half human, and completely desired by evil forces. That was when she decided to change it all for the better. That was when she decided to leave for good, along with Stefan of course. Leaving didn't mean moving to another part of the world for her though. They left to another dimension all together. The spirit world.

But before she left, Elena did one last miraculous act. Wings of Renewal she had called it. It was some sort of enchantment or spell—Bonnie wasn't really sure what to call it. Its intended purpose was to wipe the memories of anyone who had ever come in contact with Elena Gilbert. She had explained to Bonnie how it was the only way that Fell's Church would be able to move on from everything that had happened. And so it did. There was no Elena Gilbert. She disappeared from all the pictures she had taken with Bonnie and Meredith. Matt had no idea who she was or that he had ever loved her. Aunt Judith was able to sleep at night without crying herself to sleep due to the blame hanging over her shoulders. Even Caroline was stripped of all the jealously Elena had caused her.

The minds of the people were at ease, as were the souls of the dead soldiers and all others who had died in this town. It was no longer a hot spot for evil. In fact, it was barely even on the radar.

Bonnie wondered if this dream could be just that, a dream. Instead of what her dreams usually were—omens warning her against what was to come. She hoped it was the former, but she had long ago learned it was unwise to ignore her visions. She had a gift, the powers of a strong witch—she figured she might as well put them to good use.

She walked back into her room, taking one of the many candle laying around and lighting it. Its soft glow filled her with the warmth and calmness she had been previously missing. Once she had learned to accept what she was and learn from it, a whole knew side of possibilities had awakened for Bonnie. She felt smarter, and older—in a way more prepared for what the world sent her way. Long gone were the days of ditsy little Bonnie who always got in the way.

Bonnie took a seat on the floor, placing the candle in a holder in front of her. The room around her was gone, as was the rest of the world. In this moment, all that existed was Bonnie and her candle. She watched it in a trance as it swayed from side to side, the flame slowly picking up in size. She felt its heat throughout her body as if she herself were the candle swaying in the wind. Then she sent a message to everything surrounding her. Asking who was out there and what they wanted.

There was only silence in return. She called out again and again searching for something...anything that would respond to her call, whether it be good or bad. Bonnie decided it would be better to know, and be afraid, than to have it bite her in the ass later. On the verge of giving up, she heard it. The response to her message was faint. It was a distress call of its own. Someone was in intense pain—much like the figure from her dream. They were close to death, broken in some way. The pain of this person filled Bonnie to the core until she also felt the same pain and anguish.

Bonnie blinked and she was back in her room for the second time this night. The candle had gone out. She took her hand and wiped her eyes, shocked to find that tears had been streaming down her face.

So much pain.

She still felt it, though now it was only a memory. Whoever was out there needed help and fast. With no time to sit and ponder, she got dressed, grabbed the keys to her car, a knife just in case, and left. She didn't have to think about where this person in pain could be because its location was stored in the back of her mind. It was the only place in this forsaken town where everything happened. The old graveyard. Whether her dream had been a warning or not, the pain she had just felt was most definitely real. And unlike in her dream, this pain was not accompanied by any sort of evil. Maybe her dream had been wrong, just like the time she dreamed that Katherine had caught a large crow and ripped it to shreds.

She could only hope that were the case.

The gods seemed to be on her side today. It was a full moon outside, making everything around her much brighter than it should have been. Though, she thought in the back of her mind, that also meant more shadows.

The graveyard was as spooky as ever, even with the light of the moon the help guide her. She sat in her car for a long time, headlights reaching out into the darkness only to be swallowed up in the end. Using her psychic powers to scan the area for any signs of malevolence, she found nothing. Taking a few deep breaths, she got out of the car, making sure to leave the headlights on pointing towards the graveyard. If anything, the police would know where to find her body.

It was definitely a cold night for summer, but it didn't chill her to the bone as her dream had. As she walked through the graveyard, she clutched on hard to the knife in the pocket of her coat—ready to defend herself should the need arise. So many times before she could remember her and Meredith putting themselves in the path of sure danger without so much as a weapon. How stupid they had been. No, not stupid. Lucky.

She wondered if there was a certain amount of luck assigned to each person at birth. If so, she hoped dearly that hers had no been all used up just yet. Because this would prove to be a bad night to run out of luck.

There was the sound of a stick breaking and then a shriek. The shriek had come from Bonnie, who looked around franticly with a knife pointed out in front of her for her attacker. The breaking stick however, had proved to be less menacing. A small squirrel ran out from behind one of the headstones. Most likely frightened by Bonnie's loud cry. Bonnie couldn't help but to chuckle as she placed the knife away again and continued walking. Another thing that caught her attention was blood. Or rather, the lack thereof. She was following the same trailed that was burned into her memory, but there was no trail of dark liquid leading her anywhere.

She allowed her shoulders to drop, not previously realizing how tense she had been. This was clearly not a scene from a dream. Or at least, not in the right spot.

She slowed her steps as the tree line came into view. The darkness of the forest seemed ready to swallow anything that dared to come near it. Bonnie looked around from tree to tree, making sure to not miss a single rock. But there was no person, no dark figure, nothing at all. She walked back and forth along a long stretch of the tree line and still found nothing.

Odd. I was so sure this was where I had to go.

Then, she froze, hearing a sound so terrifyingly familiar that she thought she had imagined it. It was certainly real though, as she turned to see a large bird heading straight for her. Not just any bird though—a crow. A large black crow, with shining feathers and beady eyes.

CAW CAW

It was nearly feet away before in its place no longer was a bird, but a man. A tall, handsome man—who so happened to also be a vampire.

Her heart skipped a beat as he took a step closer to her. Damon!! She wasn't sure whether to be happy or very afraid. In this case, it was the latter. He was a complete mess. His clothes were torn and practically falling off his body. There was blood all over him from cuts—which were probably more severe than she could see right now. The worst part was his face. His eyes were bloodshot and hungry. Bonnie heard a low growl coming from his direction, and then he sneered his teeth at her—two sharp fangs clearly visible even in the dark. This was not the Damon she knew, this was an animal. A hungry animal. And she was nothing to him but prey.

Just as she found the courage to try and run, she felt her body falling down. Her head hit hard against the ground—momentarily blurring her vision. But as it returned, she almost wished she had fallen unconscious. He was above her staring down. The look in his eyes was ferocious. At any second she knew he would bite down on her neck and tear it to shreds. Try as she might, the weight of his body was too much for her to struggle against him. She screamed as he was about to strike

"Damon stop!! Please!"

And he did. Teeth still sharp and ready to bite, he looked at her through glazed eyes. She herself could barely see through the pools of tears forming in her eyes. It was then that realization flashed through his face, and he blinked, apparently coming back to the real world. His fangs shrank and his dark eyes became whole again. Then he looked at her with confusion.

"..B..Bo..onnie?" Damon lightly whispered.

She nodded feverishly, thanking the gods her luck was still intact. Then he collapsed on her. The full weight of his body was crushing her, leaving her lungs longing for air. She squirmed her way out from beneath him, but not without much effort. By the time she was free of his weight, she had to lay beside him for a few seconds to catch her breath. Bonnie looked over her shoulder at the motionless body laying besides her.

"Damon?"

No response.

"Damon??" She said a little more urgently this time.

Still nothing.

She forced her self up onto her knees and rolled his body over to the front. He truly was a mess. The cuts in his body were not cuts at all, but large slashes. The were probably inches deep. Were he not a vampire, he would have been dead already—that she was sure of. She felt his aura start to fade and panicked.

Shit! No...what should I do??

Should she call an ambulance or something? Would there even be time for that? It was moments like these that bonnie dearly wished Elena was around to tell her what to do. But there was no time to stop and wish—Damon was there in front of her, dying, and she didn't know if there was anything she could do for him.

She didn't know if she should be doing anything for him in the first place. He was a killer. Merciless for the human race. The world would certainly be better without someone like Damon Salvatore. But something in the pit of her stomach told her that she had to do something. Bonnie sat there looking at him for a minute, her eyes reminiscent of a deer in headlights. Then, realization struck. Vampire!! What do vampires need to live? Blood. The second she thought of it, her own blood turned cold. She was the only one around for miles, that was for sure. Its not as if she could lift Damon up and drag him along to some unsuspecting victim for him to attack.

She groaned and took the knife out of her pocket.

This son of a bitch better be grateful.

She cut herself along the inside of her wrist, crying out in pain as she did so. It had probably been a very bad idea on her part to cut herself in such a way, but there was no time to stop and think about that. She opened his mouth with her other hand and placed her bleeding wrist to it. Almost instantly she felt his lips upon her wrist—sucking, biting her. It was a sensation quite like no other she had ever felt. Her body felt as if it were on fire, not at all like that induced by a candle, but something much stronger. It was ripping through her in waves, pleasuring every last bit of her nerves. Bonnie bit her bottom lip as she felt his fangs sink deeper into her wrist. It was all she could do to stop the wails of pleasure she was sure would escape her should her mouth be open. He slurped her blood for the longest time—apparently intent on sucking her dry.

Bonnie felt her head become dizzy, but it felt too good to stop. She actually wanted him to have all of her blood in that instant. Try as she might, her eyes refused to stay open. They rolled to the back of her head and her eyelashes fluttered closed. This would be a most glorious way to die.

"Damon," She allowed herself to moan before it all went dark.

It was by far the sweetest thing he had ever tasted in his centuries of living. The taste of whatever it was that was flowing down his throat was simply and deliciously toxic. This sweet, sweet, nectar of some unknown flower was giving him life once more. He felt his fangs grow further than he had ever thought possible. His whole body was shaking at the thought of being able to sink in deeper into his drink.

Thirsty...

The thirst was almost unquenchable. The more he had, the more his throat seemed to burn for more. But something wasn't right. There was so much of it. He was sure it was blood he was drinking. More blood than he had ever taken at a time. He was about to let the thought slip to the back of his mind and continue to feed on his delicious treat, but then he heard his name being called.

He allowed his eyes to open, seeing only darkness.

The sky?

He was looking up at the sky. Either that, or the stars had somehow come to be in his path. No, he was definitely on his back. The feeling of the hard ground against his body was unmistakable. Through the corner of his eyes, he noticed movement and turned his head towards it. It was a body falling to the ground next to him. Not just any body—it was a girl. It was the red head girl.

Noticing that part of her body was connected to his mouth, he reluctantly let go of her wrist. Instantly he missed the taste of her blood in his mouth. His tongue was busy relishing what was left over though. He sat up, slightly wincing at his still open wounds. Damon ripped off a loose piece of his shirt, scowling at the giant slash across his chest.

Fuck...That was a close one.

Damon sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. He was sure he would have been dead tonight had it not been for...

"Bonnie?" He looked over to her limp body on the floor. "Ah, shit." His frown grew deeper. The pieces of what happened slowly pieced themselves together in his mind. There was an unconscious girl, with blood pouring out of her wrist and a knife.

He raised a long shapely eyebrow, "Really? You cut your wrist?"

But there was no response from the girl. He sighed, making a cut on his own wrist and placing it towards her mouth. Damon couldn't help but to chuckle at the thought of this stupid human cutting her wrist to feed him blood.

Stupid indeed, he had almost sucked every last drop of blood from her body. Slowly, she responded to his blood and began sucking it delicately. Her pale skin began to acquire some color again, flushing from the blood flowing through her veins once again. Once he was sure she would not die, he removed his wrist from her mouth, noticing with a smirk how she frowned as he did so. Damon stood from the ground shaking the dust off of what was left of his clothes. His cuts were already starting to heal.

Interesting...

Sure, being a vampire he healed almost instantly. However, he found it odd that after being so close to the brink of death—just the blood of one person could restore him like new in a few minutes. Maybe there was more to this little witch than he had ever imagined.

Interesting indeed.

As Damon turned from Bonnie and began to walk away, he noticed something off. His hand felt much lighter than it usually did. Bringing it up to his line of vision, a low growl erupted from his throat. His ring was gone. It had probably fallen of at some point during the night—that he was sure of. As for its location, he had no clue. It could be anywhere. His mood quickly turned from indifferent to angry. Angry that he had ever allowed himself to get so careless. Especially now that sunrise was but an hour away.

He scanned the area, looking for any possible sort of shelter from the daylight. There was the old church, but that was practically falling apart.

And it reeks.

His roaming eyes came back over Bonnie's unconscious body. She laid there on the ground, her strawberry colored hair wildly framing her face. Her expression was restless. Every couple of seconds, he noticed her lashes would flutter, and her lips were stuck in a permanent scowl. She was shuddering as if she were cold—perhaps due to the blood on her now damp clothing. His blood.

Damon looked at her with annoyance. All he had to do was turn and walk away from her, but something was stopping him from doing so. Was Elena's ghost haunting him or something? He could just picture it now, Elena glaring at him to go and rescue her pathetic little friends. And he had done it many times before, if anything to try and win Elena's love. But these humans just didn't know how to stay out of trouble. Damon was growing very tired of always having to rescue them in one way or another.

Perhaps he should just let them all die once and for all, then those humans would never have to be in danger again. They would be much better off dead.

But the nagging in the back of his mind continued. He walked back over to Bonnie's limp body and with almost no effort, lifted her up off of the ground. He threw her body over his shoulder and walked towards the lights of her car.

Damon scowled the whole way there. Saving this girl was beginning to turn into a bad habit for the handsome vampire.

Chapter 2 Preview

Clouds... Bonnie felt as if she were floating on clouds. Her whole body was completely numb and free. Is this what dying feels like? Her eyes opened slowly to find they couldn't see anything. But it wasn't because she was blind—it was because she was surrounded in darkness.

"Great, I'm in hell!" She groaned and closed her eyes shut again, allowing her body to curl into a small ball.

A chuckle cut through the darkness from not far away. "No, not quite. Though that could be arranged."

Bonnie's eyes flew open as she jumped from where she lay. Her heart was thumping wildly as she searched for the owner of the voice. She scrambled as far back as she could before her back came against a wall. Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness around her. She noticed a closet against the far wall, along with a small picture frame next to it. There was a small bedside table close to her, and a few feet away a large vanity. She was back in her own room. How is this possible? She dug through her mind for the answer, but the last thing it could remember was being in the old graveyard. That, and being attacked by...

"Damon?!"

"The one and only," A deep voice replied.