Ok guys...this is the story that I have been excited to share. It will be put up in parts, I'm not sure how many yet. I'm still in the process of finishing up this story, but I'm close to being done. I wasn't going to post this until I had finished completely, but I'm going away to visit family tomorrow and I don't know if I'll be able to take my laptop with me or not. So I couldn't stand to leave without posting something! Haha! But anyhow, I hope you like this first part and, if I don't have the next part up in a few days, it will definitely be up by the weekend! Please forgive/ignore any errors because I didn't have as much time as I would have liked to go over my writing. Kind of doing this in a hurry. Lol! Have fun reading and please feel free to review! I love hearing you guys' thoughts!

Stefan sighed as he came walking back into his and Elena's room. It was dim, a single lamp in the corner illuminating his beautiful girlfriend's long golden hair. Elena's lapis eyes sank as they landed on the completely full blood bag in her boyfriend's hand. Stefan's frustrated green eyes said it all as they bore into hers.

"He's still not drinking?" Elena's worried voice asked.

Stefan shook his head, disappointed in his brother's behavior, "He threw a glass at me."

Tears sprang in Elena's eyes; it was all her fault. Ever since she had professed her love for Stefan, Damon had gone into depression and now he wouldn't drink hardly any blood. He only drank enough to sustain himself about every two weeks. In truth, his miniscule consumption of blood wasn't enough to keep him going…he was weak. He never moved as he used to, with a vampire's speed and powerful strides. He acted as a frail, fragile human slouching and struggling to shuffle their feet across the floor. The glimmer of light that sparked in his eyes from time to time had dimmed completely. His midnight eyes were truly just dark pits. The usual smirk that he wore on his perfect lips had vanished, replaced by a straight, emotionless line.

She had made him the way he was now, but she couldn't deny her love for Stefan. She only wished she could help him.

"I'll try again in the morning. Let's get some sleep, ok?" Stefan's exhausted voice spoke low in her ear as he leaned down to kiss her cheek.

Elena nodded and slipped under the covers of Stefan's king size bed. A toned arm wrapped around her, pulling her tight into his chest and Elena was able to rest in the serenity only Stefan could provide her. Small smiles painted their lips as they both fell asleep in the contentment of each other's embrace.

Bonnie stood in the dark hallway of the boarding house, her fist raised hesitantly in front of her. She wasn't sure if she should even be standing in front of his door let alone knock on it. But she was so worried about him! She had been ever since Elena had chosen Stefan. She wished desperately that Damon would go back to being his usual snarky self. A frown appeared on her plump lips as she found herself actually missing the way Damon used to be…bad qualities and all.

Sucking in a deep breath, Bonnie found the courage to knock softly on the door.

"I don't want the damn blood bag, Stefan!" Damon's voice shouted from the other side of the wooden door.

Flinching at Damon's harsh words, Bonnie grasped the door knob and slowly twisted it, peeking her head through the opening as she pushed the door forwards.

"It's me", her girly voice spoke softly.

It was silent for a moment before Damon spoke again and Bonnie had begun to shut the door back, figuring her visit had only angered him further.

"What do you want?" Damon's raspy voice asked, halting Bonnie's movements.

The little red head stuck her head back through the door, opening it a little wider this time around. Hope flooded her; she prayed this was a good sign from him.

"I just wanted to check on you…make sure you're ok…"

Bonnie saw Damon's dark silhouette shift to sit up in bed and she slipped inside his room, shutting the door behind her.

"I'm fine. Same as always." Damon grumbled.

Bonnie sighed, "That means you're not fine."

Damon huffed, "If you're here just to try and force me into something I don't want to do…you can leave."

"In fact…I'd prefer it if you'd leave. I want to sleep." He added after another second.

Bonnie hung her head down, suddenly feeling stupid for coming to talk to Damon. But she wanted to help him, and she was gonna try.

She started forwards, "Damon, I- Ahh!"

Bonnie yelped as she tripped over something lying in the floor. Falling forwards, she flung her hands out in front of her and broke her fall. Immediately, she regretted it as a sharp fragment of glass sliced its way through the skin on her palm.

Rolling over and sitting on her bottom, Bonnie clenched her fingers around her wounded hand now stinging profusely.

"Ow! Ow!"

Damon came rushing to her side. It was the fastest he had moved in months! Gently, but forcefully, he took her bleeding hand in his and examined it. Even though the room was dark, Damon could easily see the large glass piece piercing her skin.

Wrapping his free hand around her upper arm, he lifted her up and lead her into his bathroom. Flipping a switch on the wall, Bonnie blinked at the blinding light the flashed on. Damon lead her to the sink and then bent down to fish through the cabinet under it for a first aid kit. Bonnie took the opportunity to look at her hand. It wasn't quite as bad as she had originally thought. The glass piece had not gone deep enough to where she would need stitches; the slice in her hand was pretty long, though. However, a heavy duty band-aid would do.

Blood began to run down her arm and a mild nausea made an appearance in her stomach.

Damon stood back up with the first aid kit in his hands and set it down next to her on the granite counter top she was leaning against. He took out a large padded band-aid and some peroxide. Turning back around, he froze as he saw the blood trailing down Bonnie's creamy skin. The peroxide fell to the floor, pouring all over the tile flooring. The redhead looked up at him in confusion.

The deep circles under Damon's eyes were covered by black veins. Bonnie's brown eyes no longer held confusion as she understood exactly what was wrong. Her eyes met his red ones.

"D-Damon?" she asked nervously.

He tried, he really had, but his fangs descended. He couldn't stop it! His body was craving more blood and now it was fresh and beckoning to him as it ran down Bonnie's arm.

The blood lust was getting to him, clouding his judgment, controlling him.

Damon grabbed Bonnie's hand and gently pulled the glass shard from it. She winced, but any thought of the wound vanished as she felt Damon's tongue at her elbow. He licked all the way up her arm, following the path the drop of blood had made.

Bonnie tensed as his mouth reached her hand; she knew he would bite her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for his fangs to sink in. She felt his tongue swipe over the wound and a few seconds later, when she didn't feel his fangs, she peeked her eyes open. She was surprised to see Damon staring at her, licking his lips. The slice on her palm healed and she smiled. Damon had healed her.

Her smile was short lived as she looked back up to his blood-lusting eyes. She knew he was hungry and wanted more. She had come here to help him after all. If she could get him to feed and make him strong again then she would do it. They had been trying for months now to get Damon to drink more blood! Bonnie wasn't particularly fond of the circumstances under which she would get him to drink, but at least he would get some more blood in his system.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself as she stepped closer to him, moving her strawberry curls to the side as she did so. Damon's red eyes instantly zoned in on the faintly visible vein on the side of her neck.

"I-It's ok. You need it, Damon. Just do it." Bonnie encouraged softly, unsure of her words.

She had never been bitten before nor offered to be a blood bag. She had been too scared. She was still scared as she stood here now in front of a very hungry Damon, vulnerable with her neck exposed to him.

Slowly, Damon came closer until his lips were brushing Bonnie's neck. Tears flooded her eyes and she sniffed, trying not to cry. Her heart raced, but that only served in making Damon hungrier as her blood rushed through her veins beneath his thirsty mouth.

Bonnie didn't have time to so much as flinch at the touch of his razor like fangs before they had plunged deep into the side of her neck. She cried out in pain, but Damon held her close. His left hand cupped the side of her face, supporting her head as he drank gulps of her sweet blood. His thumb on her cheek drew lazy circles across her skin and Bonnie's tense posture relaxed. She melted into him, giving in to his drinking. The more she gave in, the more content she felt. It was odd, she thought as she began to feel a bit dizzy, she figured this would've been more painful, but it was oddly comforting. She felt closer to him than she ever had before. Her hands, fisted in his shirt, tightened as she began to feel weak.

"Damon…" she breathed, hoping he'd stop.

Almost reluctantly, Damon pulled his fangs from her neck and lifted her into his arms. Bonnie's head bobbed and fell onto his shoulder, her eyes slipping closed as fatigue coated her body.

She felt herself being placed in Damon's lap as he sat them down on the edge of his bed. Barely finding enough strength to open her eyes, she saw Damon slice his wrist open with the glass shard that had been in her hand only moments ago. When had he picked it up?

Suddenly, Damon's bleeding wrist was at her lips. Bonnie felt the warm liquid seeping out of the cut and into her mouth. Her face scrunched up, entirely grossed out at the thought of drinking blood, but she didn't have the strength to push him away.

His blood touched her tongue and she wanted to gag. But as the red liquid filled her mouth, she found herself swallowing instead. After the second gulp, much to her surprise, Damon's blood tasted…good!

Finding the strength to move once again, Bonnie craved more as she wrapped both sets of fingers around his arm, holding his wrist to her mouth as she drank feverishly. It tasted better by the second and she couldn't hold back the small moan that hummed in her throat.

She felt Damon's chest rise and fall against her back as he breathed rapidly in and out. His hard breaths found her neck as his face dipped down to his previous bite wound. Bonnie shivered against him as she scooted herself closer into his chest.

Damon couldn't hold back any longer, he wanted to taste her again. Her blood called to him in the most torturous of ways. Watching her drink from him was no aid to his torment, only succeeding in heightening his bloodlust. Letting Bonnie continue to suck at the cut on his wrist, he gave in to his desire and sank his fangs back into the side of her neck.

Not expecting it, Bonnie winced; but it wasn't as bad this time. It had hardly hurt at all. A weird euphoric feeling began to flood her body and she completely relaxed back into Damon. Everything felt heightened. His skin felt not just soft but like satin where it touched hers. All the tingles any contact from him gave her had turned into fire that blazed hot throughout her body. That fire spread to Damon like wild as he wrapped his free arm even tighter around her waist. They both felt more connected to one another than they ever had before, it was as if they were one, something deep inside them fusing together. The smallest idea of separation was too painful for either of them to even fathom.

Bonnie slowly pulled her mouth from Damon's wrist, licking the blood off her lips. The cut healed faster than a second could tick by. Taking notice, Damon pulled away from her throat feeling sated and full. His body hummed with a pleasurable serenity. Looking down at his bite wound under heavy lids, Damon dipped his back down to her throat once more and dragged his tongue over the bleeding marks. Slowly, the open wounds began to close. He smiled at his impeccable work as the wounds turned pink, almost completely healed.

Damon kissed Bonnie lightly on the cheek as he pulled his head from her neck. Drowsy, he fell back onto his bed, taking the dazed red-head in his lap with him.

"I'm tired." Damon's groggy voice rang low.

Bonnie rolled over so that she was facing him and snuggled into his chest, "Me too." She replied, letting her eyes close.

Pulling his right hand up, Damon ran his fingers lazily through Bonnie's red curls. They were incredibly soft as they coiled around his fingers.

"Have you ever drank a vampire's blood before?" he questioned, his own eyes falling closed.

Bonnie shook her head, her cheek rubbing against the thin material of Damon's shirt, "No…not until tonight."

"Have you ever considered becoming a vampire?"

Bonnie's sleepy state cleared as she shot her eyes open, nervous and alert, "I…I have thought about it before. But I…I don't think it's something I want."

Damon had to suppress the frown that threaten to form on his lips, "Then don't die in the next few days. You'll have a rude awakening if you do."

Bonnie gasped softly. She knew how humans were turned into vampires, but the thought of endangering her human life by dying with vampire blood in her system hadn't once crossed her mind while she was drinking from Damon. Now that thought was the only one present, and it was scary.

Damon chuckled as he felt her heartbeat pick up, "Don't worry, little redbird. I highly doubt that will happen…as long as you keep yourself out of trouble anyway."

Before Bonnie could ponder over the subject any further, Damon was interrupting her thoughts.

"I'm going to sleep. I'm tired" he said as he sat up and shoved Bonnie off his lap.

The small red-head awkwardly played with her fingers as she looked down at the hardwood floor beneath her. She very much wanted to stay with Damon, but she couldn't bring herself to ask him. Instead, she forced herself from his room after a quick exchange of "goodnight."

Bonnie awoke the next morning clutching her chest. A blaring ache was pounding at her heart. She gasped and shot up, tears were already rolling down her cheeks. Was she having a heart attack?!

Flinging her pink quilt back and standing from her bed, Bonnie raced down to the kitchen where she could smell toast being heated in the toaster. She only cried harder as the pain got worse. She was going to die any minute.

Oh, please! Oh, please! I don't want to be a vampire! I will never drink a vampire's blood again, I swear! Please! she chanted in her head as she neared the kitchen.

Practically running, Bonnie flung herself into the kitchen and onto the nearest chair of the antique dining table. Stefan, Elena, and Meredith, who had been happily making their breakfast, rushed over to Bonnie with panic stricken faces.

"Bonnie! What's wrong?" Meredith asked.

"Are you hurt?!" Elena questioned, automatically scanning her body for injuries.

Seeing her hand digging into her chest, Stefan kneeled down in front of the sobbing girl and calmly asked, "Is it your heart?"

Bonnie nodded.

"It hurts! Make it stop!" Bonnie cried out.

"I'll go call an ambulance!" Meredith announced, running upstairs to get her cell phone.

"Describe it to me. What's going on?" Stefan asked, his voice still calm and authoritative.

"It's just aching…really bad!" she exclaimed through another sob.

"I don't wanna die! Not now!" she added.

Stefan opened his mouth to spout words of comfort, but she was speaking more barely coherent sentences through her tears once again.

"I want Damon! I just want Damon!"

Stefan and Elena looked at one another through pained eyes. It was sad neither of them were sure he'd care.

"I'll stay with her. Go get Damon. Hurry!" Elena shooed him. If Bonnie was dying, she was going to spend her last moments with whomever she wished. Elena would be sure of it.

"I want Damon, Elena…" Bonnie pleaded so softly as she looked at her friend through red, watery eyes.

Tears sprung in Elena's eyes as she looked at her friend's scared, sorrowful face, red and tear-stained.

"Stefan went to get him. He'll be down any second, ok?" Elena comforted her.

Bonnie nodded.

"Ok" she whispered.

Elena could tell the pain was taking a lot out of her.

Meredith came running back into the kitchen, phone equipped in her hand.

"The ambulance is on its way!"

Elena looked back at her and nodded.

"Damon!" Stefan shouted as he burst into his brother's room.

Damon woke with a start and sat up, running a hand over his face.

"What the hell, Stefan?!" he exclaimed, his voice thick with sleep.

As he rubbed at his eyes and tried to clear his head, he noticed a heavy ache in his heart. It hurt like hell! But he was a vampire, he couldn't die again…not from a human illness anyway. What did he have to worry about?! Maybe it would go away if he just ignored it…

"Bonnie's having some sort of cardiac problem. Meredith called an ambulance. Elena's with her right now. She keeps asking for you."

Damon could barely focus on his brother's words as the pain in his chest only seemed to increase. He refused to show weakness in front of his little brother! He would never hear the end of it from Saint Stefan! But he had heard enough to know that Bonnie needed him and that was enough to get him out of bed and onto his feet. Without another word, he hurried out of his room and down to where he heard Bonnie crying in the kitchen. Stefan followed.

As he got closer to her, the horrible ache in his chest began to fade. He noticed he didn't hear Bonnie crying anymore either…only little sniffles. Upon entering the kitchen, he saw his little redbird seated at the end of the dining table, her face puffy and red from crying so hard. Elena was kneeling next to her looking calmer than she had a minute ago, he suspected. Meredith mirrored the blonde beauty's image.

The pain was just a memory now.

"So it's just completely gone now?!" Meredith asked, shocked.

Bonnie was about to answer when she caught sight of Damon. Forgetting completely about her two confused friends at her side, she shot up from the chair and ran to Damon. If it weren't for his vampire strength, Damon was sure he would've stumbled backwards a few steps as she threw herself into his arms. Circling her arms around his waist, she buried her face in his chest.

Damon held his arms out on either side of him, not expecting Bonnie's tight hug. However, no matter how badly he wanted to push her off him, he couldn't stop his arms from curling around her small frame. He wished so hard that he could, but he simply couldn't deny how good it felt to have her close. He even found himself wanting her closer. Some sort of warmth spread through him as his senses fully took in how wonderful her body felt against his. It took all his strength to push her back.

Looking into her watery brown orbs, her plump bottom lip trembled. He wanted to fix it, to wash away all the fear making her little body quake. A sudden urge to take her shaking lower lip in his mouth consumed him. It had been so long since he had kissed her last. Too long.

What was he thinking?! He didn't kiss humans! He had no interest! The only time he kissed human girls was when he wanted something from them…blood. He had already gotten plenty of that from her last night. Without kissing!

Pushing his internal battle aside, "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Now I am. I don't know what happened. I was hurting so bad and then it just…stopped." She explained, unable to figure out what was wrong. She hoped it never happened again!

Stefan, Elena, and Meredith all stared at Bonnie, confused.

"Are you sure you're ok, Bonnie?" Stefan questioned.

Drying her tears with the back of her hand, she looked around Damon at Stefan, "Yeah, fine!" she smiled.

"Better than fine, actually." She added low enough so only Damon could hear.

Damon unwrapped himself from her, the things her words stirred inside him frightened him. He must still be tired…that was it. His mind was all fuzzy from sleep, or lack thereof.

Bonnie frowned at the loss of contact.

"Well…looks like you got me up for nothing, little brother. I'm going back to bed!" Damon said, feigning annoyance as he walked out of the kitchen.

Damon rubbed at his chest as the aching started back, it was only faint this time, but it felt like it was getting stronger.

"It's happening again!" Bonnie yelled, panicked as she placed her hand over her chest.

The group began to crowd around her for the second time.

"It's not as bad as last time." She continued, trying to keep calm.

"Good thing I called an ambulance!" Meredith said as she went to grab a chair from the dining table for Bonnie to sit down in.

Damon walked back over, sighing as he did so. He noticed the aching was fading again. Was it somehow connected?

"It stopped again" said, Bonnie.

"This is so strange. I wonder why it keeps going on and off…" Meredith commented, perplexed at her best friend's situation.

"I am never drinking vampire blood again!" Bonnie exclaimed without thinking. She hadn't meant to make that comment out loud.

Everyone went silent, staring at her as she flushed bright red.

"Whose blood did you drink, Bonnie?" Stefan asked nicely but sternly.

Bonnie blushed a red she didn't think was possible to achieve.

Stefan already had a hunch that was now confirmed by the way Bonnie was blushing the color of a lobster. Menacingly slow, he turned to face his brother.

"Why did she need your blood, Damon?"

"I don't have to answer to you, brother." Damon retorted, becoming angry.

Stefan was getting madder by the minute. He took a few steps closer to Damon, who had his eyes narrowed in a glare.

"Why did you feed her your blood?" Stefan asked forcefully, demanding an answer.

Bonnie knew what would happen if she let it go on. Damon would be stubborn and wouldn't give in and then they'd both end up in a fight that neither Elena, Meredith, nor she would be able to stop.

"I let Damon drink from me!" Bonnie confessed, casting her eyes down to the floor, too afraid to see Damon's light up in fury at her.

"After I offered you damn blood bags?!" Stefan shouted at Damon, seeing red.

Damon rolled his eyes at his brother's overreaction. Stefan was speaking again before he had the chance to.

Taking a few steps closer to Damon, Stefan's eyes narrowed quizzically at him, "Did you let her drink from you at the same time you were drinking from her?"

Running a hand through his dark locks, Damon let out a guilty sigh as he turned his midnight eyes to his bare feet.

That was enough confirmation for Stefan. Elena gasped, already knowing what the act could trigger.

"Have you forgotten what can happen…brother?" Stefan questioned slowly.

Damon snorted at what he knew Stefan was implying, "Come on, Stefan! How many times has that actually happened?! Two?!"

Bonnie looked between the two bickering brothers, her doe eyes wide and curious.

"What are they talking about?" she asked, looking to Elena.

Elena cast her eyes down to the floor; a flash of some emotion Bonnie recognized on the blonde went through her eyes before she blinked it away. Bonnie looked to Meredith only to see she was just as confused by the situation.

"Between a vampire and a human…one." Stefan corrected Damon.

"I know it's rare, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. You have to consider-"

"I don't have to consider anything, Stefan! We are not bonded! End of story!" Damon interrupted, angry.

Bonnie gasped the same time as Meredith.

"Bonded?" Bonnie muttered only loud enough for herself to hear.

Stefan sighed at his brother's stubbornness, "Damon…"

The dark vampire cut him off again, "No! I don't feel anything! I wasn't hurting! The bond affects both people…not one."

Stefan thought for a moment, "Is it possible that maybe she bonded to you but you didn't bond to her?"

Damon sighed, tired of talking about the touchy topic of bonds, "I don't know. Do I look like the expert on vampiric bonds?"

Finally tired of all the secrecy, Bonnie stood from her chair, "What's a vampiric bond?"

Damon and Stefan stared at Bonnie, both reluctant to explain, neither sure how she'd take it.

Stefan looked to his brother only to see him shake his head and turn away. Stefan sighed, knowing it was up to him to tell Bonnie.

"It's a bond that happens, usually between two vampires, when you feed off one another simultaneously" Stefan paused before continuing, "They call it a bond because, well…it kind of binds you together. Romantically."

Bonnie gasped. Meredith's mouth fell open in shock as she looked up at the surprised red head, gauging her reaction. Elena watched Bonnie as well, concerned over how she would take the news. Damon, however, acted as if he could care less with his back turned to the group, running his hands through his dark tresses in frustration.

Bonnie swallowed hard once, trying to get a hold of her mind before she lost it to all this overwhelming information.

"But…how did me hurting relate to the bond; I-I don't understand…"

"When the bond is first created between the couple, being too far away from one another triggers a pain in your chest, it is literally your heart aching from the separation." Stefan clarified.

Bonnie's steady breath shook, her eye lashes batted as she blinked rapidly; she was in a situation she never dreamed she would be in. It was just about too much for her brain to process. It was confusing and conflicting, she couldn't figure out if this bond was good or bad. She wasn't sure if she hated it or not. Was it really that bad…being bonded to Damon? She couldn't deny the thought sent butterflies rampant in her stomach to a point where she was a little dizzy. Her feelings for him were strong, after all. That was one thing she knew very clearly. Of course, she had known that for a while.

Damon's irritated voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah! This is a great theory, but there's just one problem…I don't feel anything! When I was away from Bonnie I wasn't hurting. It was just her."

The group, except for the disappointed red head, became more confused than ever. Stefan thought hard for a moment as he paced the kitchen with his hand cupping his chin. Everyone, besides Damon, looked to him waiting for an explanation.

"Is that possible?" Elena questioned.

Stefan stopped pacing and ran a hand over his face, "I don't know. I mean, it might be. I just have to research a little and see. I think I have some old books somewhere in the study about bonding."

He let out a frustrated sigh as he turned to go look up vampiric bonds, but he halted and turned back to everyone before continuing on.

"Just…everyone relax and keep Bonnie close by Damon for the time being. I'll be back in a little bit with more information." He stated, fisting his right hand in his hair before proceeding to the study.