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Since I had such a warm welcoming to this story I decided to continue it. Now I want to thank Miss Ruby La Rue for her amazing review of my story. Miss La Rue, you'll be happy to see something you wrote to me in this chapter. Hope you like it.
I continued this story for five special people (scythe195, ruby la rue, AwesomeXme, NaeNae1495 and TopazEyes137) I hope you all enjoy Damon's take on things. THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!
"Be the better man," her words kept ringing in his head as he ran in the direction his brother was. The Better Man? SERIOUSLY? Didn't she know he was a sexy, psychotic vampire who liked to kill? No scratch that… he loved it! It was in his nature! But she wanted to him to be a better man and damn it because he loved her so damn much and wanted to protect her he stayed around. She wanted him to be someone he was not, she didn't want him. She wanted a better man. That wasn't him.
Suddenly his phone began to ring and when he pulled it out he expected it to be Elena, but when he saw Bonnie's name pop up he had to answer. She never called him.
"Little witch… right now isn't a good time," he said as a greeting and then a brilliant thought hit him. They could use a witch who liked to make the blood vessels in your brain pop so he proposed something to her, "but if you're willing to come fight some werewolves who have been torturing Blondie, I'd be more than happy to see those judgy little eyes as you help me kill them," he finished knowing she'd come to help her friend. Within seconds she was demanding their location and he was actually surprised she'd come. They were vampires after all.
After hanging up, his thoughts were cast aside when he heard Stefan and the Jules bitch talking and he slowed his run as he came upon where they were. As always Stefan didn't want to kill anyone, while Damon was ready to rip this girl apart. To kill someone. To be who he was because damn it, he was not the better man.
"My brother the peace maker," Damon said as he sauntered in to the picture. "Since Stefan got here before me I'm going to let him try it his way before I resort to my way which is much bloodier. So give us Caroline," he taunted and within seconds the fight he was sure he'd win was against them. There was men coming from the woods with stakes and a fire gun. Well fuck, he thought. Soon enough they were fighting and for a moment he thought they were actually going to win.
He ripped one of the dogs heart out after he lunged at him, and killing another weak bastard who thought could take him HIM on when there wasn't a full moon. But suddenly he was on his back with a guy with eyes full of vengeance holding a stake in his hand. Stefan was also losing his fight to a man who had him held down with the same weapon, and Blondie, the reason they were in this predicament, was being held against the RV by Jules when suddenly he heard a few groans coming from around him as every single werewolf besides Tyler fell to their knees crying out in pain.
Damon stood up and looked over to where Bonnie was making her way on to the clearing with her hands out looking specifically at Jules who was crying out hardest. She was making the bitch suffer. Good little witch Damon thought as he looked at the young witch in awe. Her blood was smoldering with power and he craved it but if there was one thing he knew was that Bonnie knew him, saw him as the monster he was but she stayed around. They weren't good, although he tried, he saved her friend didn't he? But she never wanted to be his friend. But here she was saving him. No, he told himself as Stefan, Caroline and him made their way to her and the caramel skinned beauty hugged the Blonde vampire. She did it for her.
"Let's get out of here," he told them ready to go home and shower. He looked over at Bonnie and when her green eyes met his he gave her a small thank you gesture by nodding at her and he felt trust. Gratitude to the judgy little thing. As he began to make his way out of the war zone he heard Tyler's voice call out to Bonnie and he wanted to go over to her side and stop her from doing anything stupid but when he saw her cast the teenage wolf against the RV he couldn't help but stand aside and stare at her in her element.
When Bonnie called Tyler a filthy dog Damon chuckled earning a glare from Stefan. "What? It was funny," he told him nonchalantly as they saw the witch take out her anger and betrayal on the young Lockwood. He continued to say he was sorry, that he didn't know who to trust and blah blah blah. Damon was sick of it and before he could go snap his neck and spare himself the headache, Bonnie made the wolf fall to the ground passing out from the pain of her fun little headaches.
He walked over to where she stood and rubbed her upper arms and leaned in "I knew you were a sadistic little witch." He fully expected her to shrug him off, but when she leaned into his arms and whispered something about not knowing she could do that he was rendered speechless. Bonnie Bennett, vampire hating Bennett, more specifically Damon Salvatore hating Bennett leaned into him! Well I'll be damned, he thought with a smirk as his hold tightened on her.
And to damn himself even more he decided he missed her aneurysms and said "A wise woman once said that worry and anger fuel a witch's power." It justified her sudden power display with Tyler but when she said nothing in return not even pain to remind him of what an asshole he was he just held her to him even tighter, to assure himself that this was not some sort of masochistic dream.
Both he and Stefan placed the girls they held in their arms in her back seat and Damon took the wheel every once in a while casting his gaze on the rear view mirror to check on Bonnie. Hell, who was he kidding, to check out Bonnie. After all, she was glowing. She was fucking beautiful and all he wanted to do was take her in his arms and run away from being the better man. But Damon knew that the only reason Bonnie saved them tonight was because of Elena, because of Caroline, not because she saw something in him. Not because of him, so when the pulled up to Caroline's house and Stefan took blondie to her door Damon pulled Bonnie aside.
"I know you saved us for Elena, but what you did tonight-" he started but when she cast her eyes away from his he almost demanded she look him in the eyes when he spoke to her. But when she spoke to him, he was left speechless once again.
"What I did tonight has nothing to do with Elena. I did it to save my friends Damon," she whispered and looked up to meet his gaze. He actually believed her words, she considered him a friend? "When you asked me at the hospital if you gave Caroline your blood if we'd be good I knew I didn't have say yes because you would do it for Elena. You didn't want to be good with me; you wanted to be that good guy in her eyes. I don't need you to be a good guy, I need you to be straight with me and we'll be good. You've been yourself. This isn't about bad versus good. This is about my friends and my enemies. You're my friend right now Damon and I'll be damned if a bunch of dogs kill you," she whispered making him smirk at her use of dogs to refer to the pack of werewolves. If his heart was beating it would have stopped when he saw the sexy sarcastic smirk that graced her full lips. "Maybe you're right. I might be a little sadistic, because if you died who would I torture with my little headaches?" she teased as she turned around and sashayed towards Caroline's house leaving him behind pondering her words.
I don't need you to be a good guy, I need you to be straight with me and we'll be good. And the need to prove to her that he really wasn't good overwhelmed him and before anything else he was in front of her staring her down.
"I'm not good," he grounded out.
"I know that," she whispered as he felt her eyes probe his being.
"It's my fault your grams is dead," he countered knowing that would be the needle to break the camel's back. It was his fault thousands of people were dead, but right now the only person he regretted killing was the old hag because when she died so did the spark of defiance he use to see in Bonnie's eyes.
"And I'll never forget that but Damon," she whispered as she looked back to meet his gaze with a small glint of that defiance he was just grieving show itself. When her hand found his arm, and the warmth that radiated off of her met his cold dead self he found himself needing her close. "Sometimes who you are now matters more than who you were then." With that she left his side and made her way inside leaving him searching for answers. He just stood on Caroline's porch with a conflicted look on his face and a torn heart. She doesn't need him to be a better man and the sudden realization that he could be him for her made him want to be good for her. For Bonnie he could be good, or at least as good as he knew how to be.
"Lets go brother," he hears Stefan call to him and for once he does what is asked of him. The two Salvatore brothers walk side by side deep in thought regarding their witch.
A/N:
Depending on the feedback I get after this chapter I may continue it to give Stefan/Caroline/Tyler's POV all in one chapter. I do have a story in the back burner that I should be working on, but since I decided to be generous to ya'll I gave you Damon's side. How was it?
As I was writing this I was thinking of future chapters, but depending on next week's episode I may continue this, or I may not. So add it to your favs (lol) and please review I love reviews ALMOST as much as I like seeing Damon's in the shower (I mean who else sighed like I did when we saw him in the shower… shirtless… perfect… *sigh* uuummm… where was I?) Okay… so maybe I like seeing Damon shirtless more… but reviews are my 2nd favorite!
