Elena knew.

She had known for a while now, but the look on Damon's face when he had carried a slumbering Bonnie into the boarding house only confirmed her suspicions-Damon was in love with Bonnie.

At first, she had been shocked. Damon and Bonnie? It made no sense. Damon had been in love with Elena for 3 years. He didn't even like Bonnie and the feeling was very much mutual. There was no love lost between those two. And yet, there was no other explanation for the longing, lingering stares that she often caught her –boyfriend? lover?- aiming at the petite witch when she wasn't looking; she wasn't even sure if he was aware that he had been doing it.

Then she was angry. She was Elena Gilbert. She never came second place to anyone. With just a small smile, a batting of her eyelashes and a flick of her chocolate hair, she could bring anyone, male or female, to their knees.

She knew that her relationship with Damon had been strained these past few weeks after Stefan had told the two of them that he wanted nothing to do with them ever again, but it was nothing that couldn't be fixed if they both did their parts. But that was where the problem lay.

Damon wasn't working hard enough to fix them.

Avoiding her at all costs, drinking enough to give a whole nation liver damage, falling in love with Bonnie. It was like he was determined for their relationship to fail.

And yet, she couldn't blame him.

Bonnie did little to discourage his new found 'feelings' for her. With her low cut tops, skin-tight jeans and her exotic features, she was pretty much asking for it. Elena knew that it was Bonnie's fault.

She was going to have to deal with her, and quickly.

"My, my, my. Jeremy Gilbert, you have been a bad boy lately, haven't you?" Jeremy spun around to glare into the glacial eyes of his sister's new flame-Damon Salvatore.

"What do you want, asshole? Elena's not here." Damon smirked, although his eyes revealed his barely concealed fury as he watched the boy in front of him. His muscles bulged under his shirt and all Damon could do was imagine him hitting Bonnie, slapping her, punching her, beating her. He growled lowly in his throat, struggling to maintain his composure.

"You know, I would have expected her to be at the boarding house, but considering you're here, I've gotta say, it's sad that even with a sire bond, you can't have a loving, faithful relationship. Not really surprising though." Damon laughed bitterly.

"You're going to talk to me about loving relationships? Really, kid?" Jeremy frowned.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Damon smirked.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Tell me, were you lovingly slapping Bonnie around? Are those bruises on her body a reminder of your perfect relationship?" Jeremy's face darkened dangerously, but Damon was too infuriated to care. "Were you showing her how much you love her when you were laying your hands on her? Did it make you feel like a man, huh? Come on, Gilbert, tell me! You had a lot to say just a minute ago. Enlighten me!" Damon's eyes were wild and his fury was evident in the lines of his face as he restrained himself from throwing Jeremy out of the nearby window.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Jeremy forced out through gritted teeth.

"Oh but I do. It's near impossible for me not to know considering I was the one holing Bonnie as she bled all over her floor." Jeremy's face paled.

"What are you talking about? What happened? Is she okay?" Damon frowned.

"Don't pretend to care, kid. Just know that if I see you anywhere near her again, I will personally rip off your arms and shove them down your pathetic little throat. Got it?" Jeremy's eyes narrowed and before he knew it, Damon was on his back with a stake buried deep into his gut.

"Let's get one thing straight, Damon. I'm stronger now, which means I could easily take your decrepit ass out. Don't ever threaten me again, and stay the hell away from my girlfriend. You got it?" With that, he stood to his feet and sauntered out of the room, brushing his hands off as he went. Damon moaned in pain.

"Gilbert, I am going to kill you."

"Hey, Bon. I made you some tea." Bonnie smiled gratefully at Elena, taking the cup from her and gingerly sipping the hot contents. Elena watched her carefully. The sedatives in the drink would take effect soon, and then she could finally get rid of Bonnie-permanently.

Bonnie would be gone soon, and then she and Damon would be so happy. Everything would work out.