Bonnie was in the kitchen when she heard the banging. It was loud and urgent, and her instincts told her it was someone she knew. She checked her phone as she hurried to the door, seeing if she had missed any emergency calls from Elena. Nothing.

The young witch stood stunned at the door as she found Damon waiting, both hands gripping both sides of the doorframe. His head was bowed down, and he looked up at her through his bangs.

"I-is everything ok? Did something happen to Elena?"

Damon chuckled darkly and knocked at the invisible force field that held him back from entering her house.

"Elena. Elena. Why is it always about ELENA?"

His eyes open wide on him saying the last Elena, as if it was some hidden joke. Bonnie pursed her lips a little, looking at him amused.

"Why else would you be here, Damon?"

"Let me in and we can talk about it?"

"Shut up."

Bonnie stepped back into her home, grabbed her coat and slipped out onto the porch. She sat down on the bench set up on porch. He stared at her for a moment before settling down where she patted a spot for him.

"Damon, what's going on?"

His arm wrapped around her and pulled her close, smiling at her innocently.

"Oh I just wanted to see you, have some fun."

Her snort almost made him crack a genuine smile, and she shrugged his arm off but she didn't scoot away from him. Unfortunately he wasn't in any mood to smile, he wasn't really sure what kind of mood he was into. Damon reached over to feel up her knee, and wasn't surprised to see her slap away his hand.

"Damon!"

"Bonnie!"

"Seriously, what is wrong with you tonight?"

She scooted near the edge of her seat, ready to go back inside if he intended to keep acting the way he was. The vampire was honestly surprised that she hadn't already done just that.

"Why does there have to be anything wrong?"

The look she gave him was enough of an answer.

"Stop deflecting. This has something to do with Elena right?"

"Again with Elena..."

Bonnie stood up, walking to the railing of the porch and leaned back on it with her arms crossed. She gave him that judgy little look of hers that irritated him, as she waited for his true reason for being there tonight.

"Look...I needed...a distraction."

"There are plenty of girls, Da-" He waved his hand at her to stop her from continuing.

"I already know that. You think I would be HERE, if I didn't know that? God Bonnie I know you're full of-"

"AND goodnight Damon." Before she could walk back into her house, Damon was already in front of the door with his hands up in surrender.

"Ok! Jesus Bonnie. I...I can't go home right now. Not tonight." He shoved his hand through his hair roughly, looking wildly from side to side. Unsure of why he really was here of all places. When he finally looked back down at Bonnie, he noticed that she patiently stood there, head cocked to the side in question.

"What happened with Elena?" GOD why did she have to be so persistent, because it pissed him off how spot on she was being.

"She's never going to leave him is she?"

Bonnie stood extremely still, surprised at how straightforward the question was. She opened her mouth slightly, wondering if she should sugar coat it for him, but this was Damon. If he wanted it sugar coated, he would have been at some bar with another woman he could compel. She briefly wondered if this was why he was here. He knew that she wouldn't withhold a truthful opinion from him.

"No."

Quicker than a span of second she found herself pinned to her front door, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly. The little witch fought her instinct to throw him off of her, hoping to diffuse the situation without violence.

He pulled her forward slightly before slamming her back into the door. His breath coming in small puffs against her face, and she noticed the faint smell of alcohol.

"I do everything for her. EVERYTHING. And it doesn't matter. It wouldn't even matter if I changed back into a monster." As if to prove a point, his eyes grew dark as the veins in his cheeks pulsated with hunger. He wanted to scare Bonnie. He wanted her to attack him, hurt him, but to his dismay she just stood there and stared at him. Tense but not scared.

"Damon..."

"DON'T. Don't you dare try and defend her." He slammed his hand into the side of the door, beside her head. Any trace of mirth that was there moments before had completely left his face. Her eyes danced around his face for a moment before finally settling on his eyes.

"I know that there is this thing going on between you her...but she's not going to leave Stefan for you. Even if she did it wouldn't be for long." Damon let out a long shuddering breath, leaning his forehead against hers. "I also know that what she does to you isn't right. We may not always see eye to eye Damon, but I do know that you don't deserve that. Not after Katherine." He stilled, slowly lifting his eyes up to see hers.

Damon knew she wouldn't lie to him; she never had a reason too. Her eyes searched his for any resistance to what she was saying, when she saw none she continued.

"Elena's my best friend Damon, my sister. I would back whatever decision she makes." She smiled a little. "Within reason of course, but I won't always agree with why she does them. I know she's not meaning too...but she's stringing you along, even though she's made her choice. I'm sorry Damon, but it's not yo-"

The rest of her sentence died on his lips as he pressed harshly against her. He didn't want to hear another word; he was done with the truth. Damon cradled both hands around her face, as his lips roughly attacked hers.

Why wasn't she stopping him? Why wasn't she using her powers to blow him back?

All she did was lift a hand and press it firmly against his chest, but she did nothing. She didn't even physically push him with her hand. Bonnie just stood there.

One hand slipped behind her head, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanked it back. He then tilted his head slightly to get a better angle. She made a surprised noise as his tongue pushed into her mouth, moving his explorations into other areas.

Nothing. She wasn't even kissing him back.

He pulled back, hand still in her hair, and he used his other hand to slam into the door frame.

"Do something! Anything! Kill me, kiss me, just distract me." When he looked down at her he was unprepared for the look she gave him. She was scared, eyes filled with tears, but not a single one fell.

He heard the door click open, and realized it was Bonnie when she began to step backwards into the house, staring at him. Damon waited for the door to slam in his face, but she continued to stare at him, until finally her eyes cleared of any tears.

"Damon, please come inside."

"What?" His eyebrows were low in confusion, hands flying around sporadically to prove a point. "I attack you and you invite me, a VAMPIRE, into your house? Are you insane?"

"Look. I'm not gonna lie. You try that kissing thing again and I will lock your ass into that underground tomb, but I really don't think it's safe for anyone else if I let you leave." Damon almost had to laugh at this. Of course Bonnie would be all "noble and self-sacrificing", that she would let him. He stared at her, and realized that he was a little scared of what he might do if he didn't follow her inside of the house.

After swallowing thickly, he followed her in, slowly taking in his new surroundings. Damon was surprised by how quiet and dark it was.

"You're home alone?"

Her lips quirked into a quick smile as she began turning on lights, leading him into a family room with a large dark couch and plum colored throw pillows. The layout was similar to Elena's house, but the kitchen was noticeably smaller with no island in the middle. He sniffed, vaguely noticing that the air smelled stale, as if the downstairs room was rarely used.

"If my dad was home I wouldn't have let you in. Stay here ok?" She didn't wait for answer, and hurried back up stairs.

Damon immediately began looking for pictures, anything personal to tease her about. It annoyed him to see that there were only recent ones, and a few if any. There was a photo of her, an older man, and her grandmother. Bonnie was a couple of years younger, but she looked relatively the same. She looked uncomfortable though, wedged between the two adults, almost as if she was purposely placed in between them.

He backed away from the photo when he heard her footsteps down the stairs, assuming that she just came from her bedroom. The sight of her made him immediately grin.

"Well little red riding hood…what little basket of goodies are you bringing me tonight?" She carried a small basket filled with dvd's, candles, books, and a box of matches. A deep red blanket draped over her head in order to make one trip down the stairs. Bonnie scowled at him and dumped her basket on the table.

"I have movies that you can choose from, and books if you don't want to watch a movie." She picked up the candles and began placing them around her house, on window sills and small coffee tables; lighting them as she went. "What do you want to drink? I have coffee, tea, water, juice…sorry I don't have alcohol or blood."

"Ha. Ha. Coffee." Damon began to sift through the movies, picking a few that were mildly interesting. The stale scent was replaced by a warm crisp smell that reminded him of the woods. He rather liked it.

"Ok what are we watching?" She sat on the couch, placing a tray of drinks and treats on the table. He sat down at least a cushion away from her, watching as she comfortably wedged herself between to pillows and wrapped safely in her blanket.

They spent the night in a peaceful calm that Damon felt unaccustomed to. He didn't have to worry about compelling, feeding, flirting, or even thinking. Bonnie wouldn't allow the first 3 in any way, shape, or form and she proved herself to be a rather excellent distraction. Keeping Damon's interest peeked by constantly keeping up their little game of unoffending insults thrown back and forth as they watched movies.

"I guess I'll be doomed to be forever second best to my darling baby brother."

Bonnie was startled by the sudden comment, using all of her will power not to look at him. They were halfway through the second movie and had kept personal conversation out of it. Her fingers slid across the rim of her cup, long finished with her tea.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I'm probably doomed to forever end up in relationships that end terribly." He laughed softly, and turned his head to look at her. There was any joy to his laugh, just simple resignation.

"Well you do have terrible taste in men."

"Ha. Ha."

"Who would you choose, between my brother and I?" The question was extremely forward and he knew it, bracing himself for answer that he knew he wouldn't like. She merely tilted her head a little before finally looking at him, dark green eyes meeting ice blue ones.

"Your bro-"

However she couldn't finish as she began bursting into a fit of laughter. Damon's expression had been one of complete disbelief when she began to answer, then quickly to mock anger as he realized Bonnie had treated his question as a joke.

"Well fuck you too, Bonnie!" He laughed despite himself, the tension evaporating.

"I'm sorry, but you deserve that for asking me such an on the spot awkward question." Bonnie shrugged and gave him a small smile that was not unfriendly. "Look, I trusted you enough to let you inside my house, let's just leave it at that."

"Yeah, about that, I think you're the dumbest witch alive to let me in."

"Shut up.