Because of the lovely people who reviewed I figured I'd give you a little gift in the form of a second chapter :D Hope you enjoy it and please review, because reviews make me SMILE!
Bonnie was in her bedroom when she heard the knock at the door. She had just got out of the shower and washed the last of the lakes smell out of her hair, which thanks to Damon; she thought sourly, had taken almost three handfuls of her favourite Strawberry scented shampoo to get out. She pulled her cream coloured socks up just past her knee, as the second set of knocks came. "I'm coming" she called. 'It's probably Matt coming to check up on me' she thought to herself. She took the steps two at a time, as the third set of frantic knocks hit. She reached for the door knob, and yanked the door open. She sighed in irritation as she saw who it was. "What the hell do you want?" she spat through clenched teeth. Damon smirked at Bonnie's hostility.
"I've come for an apology" he stated flashing a sly smile.
"You've got to be kidding" she raised her eyebrows in shock.
Damon just smirked again. Bonnie's grip on the door knob tightened, she groaned in irritation and slammed the door in his face, making towards the stairs. "Fine act like an immature child!"
"Don't worry I intend too" she made her voice sound sweet and girly, trying to imitate an 'immature child'.
Bonnie heard Damon shout from behind the door "Look I actually came to say..." his voice trailed off in a reluctant sigh, Bonnie waited at the bottom of the stairs for him to finish, her hand resting on the banister. "I came to say sorry". Bonnie snorted suppressing angry laughter. 'Where've I heard that before' she thought to herself, as she began to walk up the stairs.
"Bonnie I shouldn't of pushed you into the lake, and I really am generally sorr-"
Bonnie turned on the stairs so she was facing the door and interrupted him "What you couldn't of figured that out before you pushed me in?" she asked sarcastically. "You know what Damon just go away, I physically cannot stand anymore of you and your pathetic fake apologies it might work with Elena but it defiantly doesn't work with me!" she shouted leaning forwards; it was as if the force of her own voice was pulling her towards the direction in which she was shouting.
"I know Bonnie, and you're right" she heard him say.
"Wouldn't be the first time" she snapped back at him, turning swiftly on her heel to march up the stairs.
"Bonnie wait!" she heard him bang on the door, the thump was so loud Bonnie was sure he would split the wood, and wouldn't that be a great welcome home gift for her dad. 'Yeah welcome home dad, oh by the way the front door got smashed by an angry vampire I hope you don't mind' Bonnie balled her fists up and smacked them at the sides of her head. "God damn it Damon!" she screamed storming down the stairs. She flung the door open telepathically and stared at him, her knuckles turning white as she squeezed them together at her sides. "I swear, if there's even one dint in that door I'l-" Bonnie was interrupted.
"Yeah I know" Damon raised his hands in surrender "You'll set my ass on fire" he repeated the words Bonnie had threatened him with over and over again.
Bonnie's eyes narrowed, in annoyance. 'Stupid Vampire, repeating me' she thought. "Why don't you just say your peace and go" she suggested her tone was sharp.
Damon nodded and ran a hand through his messy black hair. "Are you gunna invite me in?" he asked, which earned him an 'are you freaking serious' look from Bonnie. "Guess not" he mumbled to himself.
"Just get on with it" Bonnie hissed, resting her hands on her hips.
Damon's eyes fell to the floor; he didn't really know where to start. There was so much he needed to say, but he knew Bonnie would just laugh in his face if he said it now, so he started out with the simple stuff. "You don't have to believe anything of what I'm about to say, but I assure you it's all genuine" he said as his eyes ran back up her body to meet with her face. He couldn't help but let an almost silent groan leave his lips at the sight of her caramel coloured legs, she was wearing blue Pyjama shorts, with a plain white tank top that stopped just below her belly button, leaving a small amount of the toned stomach bare, she was also wearing a knitted cardigan which she wrapped around herself more tightly when she noticed him staring slightly. Damon just shook it off and began to speak again "I truly am sorry for pushing you in the lake, it's just what you said kind of pissed me off" Damon took a breath, he watched Bonnies mouth open as if she was about to say something but he quickly cut in "Im not saying it wasn't the truth, because God knows it is" he shook his head almost in disbelief "It's just no one has ever been brave enough or dumb enough to say it, I mean they've tried but there usually dead by the end of their first sentence" he laughed once awkwardly, but Bonnie just gave him a cold glare, letting him know she want even slightly amused. So Damon carried on "It's like everything that's good and pure I can't stand to see, and so I have to destroy it, because I can't have it!" he slammed his hand against his chest gesturing at his self when he said I. "I couldn't stand to see Stefan happy, so I came along and began clawing my way in poisoning their relationship, because if I can't have her no one can" he took a swift glance at Bonnie who was watching him with the same expression. "I don't want to be like that Bonnie!" he shook his head "I know I shouldn't do the things I do, but I can't stop myself!" his hands balled up into fists at his sides "It's like there's this thing, this voice, inside of me that tells me I'm a failure it tells me I failed as a brother, as a son even as a soldier. And it won't shut up. It makes me so mad, and I wont to blame myself, some days I wish I could stab a steak straight through my black heart but I'm such a coward I just can't!" he could hear his voice getting louder with each word but it was too late he'd let his wall come down and the years of hate, anger and loneliness were all gushing out and smothering this poor teenage girl in front of him. But she didn't look smothered she looked concerned, 'she's probably just worried I'll break something' Damon thought. He took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself. "I say things to you, because I want someone to hate themselves more than I do" he whispered "I want someone to suffer, the way I did, when Katherine took my life from me, and then just left me" he murmured "I want someone else to feel the way I did, through all those years my brother took trying to get away from me, I want someone else to be alone. If there was such thing as God I'd ask for redemption." He looked up from the spot on the floor that his gaze had almost burnt a hole in, and into the calm green eyes of Bonnie Bennett.
Bonnie just stood and watched as the usual cocky, flirtatious and dangerous Damon Salvatore broke down in front of her. She watched as his hands balled up into fists and his eyes darkened. She watched as his jaw clenched and un-clenched. She watched his eyes flicker nervously from hers to the floor. And in all honesty she didn't know what to do. Her throat ached with a lump that had risen when he spoke of being a failure. She didn't won't to cry though, she couldn't, she had to stay annoyed with him, she had to keep fighting the urge to reach out and hug him, she had to stop her hand from brushing away the bits of raven black hair that fell over his face when he hung his head, trying to hide his eyes from her. But when he had eventually looked back at her, she just stared at him. She found that her gaze locked with one that was usually icy and cold, but was now full of a sadness that he had hidden for so long that it had turned to a vicious hate for all those who had even a morsel of happiness. "Damon" she whispered her throat dry from the ache of tears that she would not shed. "You're not a failure" her voice was almost silent but Damon heard her perfectly.
"I am, all those times I let Stefan down, all those time's I left him to my father's beatings, or when I left the army for my own selfish desires" he shook his head as if to shake away the thoughts.
"You couldn't stop a grown man when you were just a boy Damon, you can't blame yourself for your fathers actions" she took a deep breath "And as for your desires, you were only human, Katherine compelled you to want her you couldn't fight that" Bonnie watched as he turned away from her. She stepped out away from the safety of her home, her hands reaching to touch his elbow. When her finger connected with the leather of his jacket, she felt him tense.
Damon felt the softness of Bonnies touch even through the layers of his shirt and jacket. He shook off her hand gently he didn't want to hurt her, she was a Witch but she was still human. "D-Damon" he heard her stutter. He didn't look at her. "I forgive you" her voice was barley a breath. He turned his head slightly so he could see her face. Her eyes were wet and a single tear had fallen down the side of her face. Why was she crying? "See I've done it again" he sighed turning to face her. Bonnie shook her head. "Then why are you crying?" he was confused, if he hadn't upset her why was she crying? "Then why..." he trailed of motioning to the tear running down her cheek. Bonnie just shook her head again. Then silence took over them. It wasn't an awkward silence; it was peaceful, like there were no other words needed to be said.
It wasn't until a bitter cold wind whipped round Bonnie's legs that she realised how long they'd been stood there. She cleared her throat and fluttered her eyelashes as if she was in a daze. "So, it's late... I mean I'd better be getting inside, wouldn't want to catch a cold rite?" She laughed a little awkwardly as she made her way back inside.
"Yeah" Damon nodded, watching her walk away from him. "Um, Bonnie?" he said.
"Hm?" she asked.
"Do you mind if we didn't mention this to the others" he shrugged his shoulders.
"Wouldn't want to ruin your bad ass reputation now, would we?" Bonnie smirked.
Damon laughed, and began walking down the path out of Bonnie's garden "Good night little Witch" he called waving his hand over his shoulder.
"Good night sadistic Vampire" Bonnie shouted back at him, watching as his shoulders shook with laughter. Bonnie closed the door, blocking the cold air that was now filling her house. She turned, and braced her back against the door. She ran her hands down her face, and breathed out a heavy sigh. "What the hell just happened" she whispered to herself, before sauntering back to her bedroom. That night Bonnie fell into a peaceful sleep, where her dreams were consumed with a certain dark haired pale eyed vampire.
That night Damon did not sleep. There were too many insane thoughts racing around his head to even comprehend sleeping. He threw back his second glass of whisky and set the glass down beside him on a table. He scratched the back of his neck and groaned "Bonnie Bennett what are you doing to me?" That would be the question that dominated his thoughts, until a particular Witch was brave enough to answer it.
