For all those who I might've confused, there is a part where Damon speaks in Italian, it means what he says next. sorry.

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"Oh God, Bonnie, what took you so long! I called you almost an hour ago!" Mary fumed. "I have to be at work in five minutes!"

"Well at least I'm here now." Bonnie said absently. Her mind wasn't here, but on Damon, and the crew that went out of town. If Damon was back, that either meant Damon abandoned them, or that they found Stefan. Bonnie was thinking it was the latter based on Damon's reaction to his brother's name and Elena's placed in the same sentence. What Bonnie couldn't understand was why Elena and Stefan and Matt weren't back by now.

She looked up to find her sister looking at her, her face furious.

"Sorry Mary, what did you say?"

Mary's face went red. "I just asked you what you said! 'Well at least I'm here now?' Bon, I have to be at work!"

"Did I really say that, Mary?" Bonnie looked at her sister with embarrassment. "I just…have so much to think about. I really am sorry, I hadn't even noticed I spoke."

As usual, Mary's anger left just as fast as it had came. "Well, I was worried about you. I had expected you home fifteen minutes after I called you. Are you alright? I mean lately you've been acting weird."

"It's just that I miss…" Bonnie had to catch herself. Elena died months ago. She couldn't say her name, although that's who she was thinking of. She had supposedly gotten over her death and moved on, so she told her family. "Matt." She blurted the first name she could think of instead. She regretted doing that, and she wondered why his name would pop out her mouth so fast.

Mary's concern changed to a small smile. "So, that's what this is all about?" she sighed. "I remember when I would act weird like that over guys…until I realized they weren't as cool as I thought they were." Mary became serious. "Just be careful, it's been going around that he's the one manipulating the town's girls."

"He is not!" Bonnie yelled before she could stop herself. "It's not Matt's fault! He's just been wrongly accused because the police need to find the person who's doing it so that the people of Fell's Church feel safe. I wish they would lay off him."

"I was just taking into consideration your well-being. It's not that I believe that the boy could make those girls do what they did to themselves." Mary looked at her watch. "Damn it! Look Bonnie, I gotta go. Mom's in her room sleeping right now. Don't let her get up, and definitely no company."

"Okay. See ya." She waved Mary out the door, then took a peek into her mother's room before entering her own and closing the door.

Bonnie had so many questions that her head was starting to hurt. Where was Stefan, Elena, and Matt? Why did Damon leave Elena, when clearly he was infatuated enough to be around her all the time. Why didn't Damon tell her where Stefan and Elena were when she asked. And was Matt with them?

Bonnie held her head. Ahhh…She missed the old days when all she had to worry about was trying to get the most popular Elena to notice her and accept her. Now she had to worry about keeping Elena a secret at the same time worry whether she was okay or not. Not to mention the brothers and Matt.

Her cell rang, and Bonnie automatically pressed the talk button. "Hello?"

"Hey, Bonnie, have you talked to Damon?"

Elena! Bonnie thought, her mind going into exuberance. She toned it down enough to say,"Yes, I just saw him a little while ago. He found me, but he didn't tell me where you guys went, you and Stefan."

Elena sounded relieved when she answered. "He's safe! He disappeared when we found Stefan. Stefan told me to not worry, but I couldn't. I just had to know if he was alright, especially considering the place we found Stefan in. It was worse than I had expected."

"Are you guys alright?"

"Yes, we are. Stefan is showing me his childhood town. We're in Florence. I have no idea why that would upset Damon enough to not tell you where we were though." She sounded genuinely confused. Bonnie had to stop herself from shaking her head. Since when had she become more mature than Elena? When did Elena become more oblivious to the obvious? Damon was jealous. That's what Bonnie had glimpsed in Damon.

But she didn't tell Elena, instead she said, "So you're alright?"

"Yes we are." She sounded like she was smiling one of her dazzling smiles.

"Good, now I can yell at you. How could you leave me and Meredith? How could you not call us? I mean Damon called us once just to tell us that you have a new phone and to call at that number. Then I can't reach you guys at all and I don't hear anything from you for almost two weeks!"

"I'm so sorry Bonnie! We were so busy, and half the time we had no signal, and we basically lost track of time over the days. But I'm sorry I forgot to call you sooner."

"But we were worried! And what about Matt? Is he alright?"

"Yes he is, and so is Stefan. They're right here, hear them?" faint low-pitched hi's came from the background.

"Yes I do. Look, I got something to-"

"Hey Bonnie, I really have to go. I promise to call you tomorrow."

Before she could say another word, the dial tone sounded.

Bonnie almost swore. She almost never got mad, but she was in a fine temper now, and she felt justified for the right to be mad. Her best friends were all out of town, too far for Bonnie to be comfortable with. She had a mysterious, creepy guy contacting her in the dead of the night, and she couldn't sleep because of the same nightmare that never went away.

She plopped down on her bed. She was frustrated, and she hated when she was frustrated because it brought tears. Before she could cover her face with her hands they were already falling.

She was crying because she had no idea how her life could change in such a short time. She'd been through so many battles, and yet, she felt like the most scared kid on earth from a dream. A dream! How did she ever expect to live her life if she was always going to feel like…like…

She didn't even know what word fit better there. Childish? Dependent? Fearful?

Cara… His silky familiar voice entered her mind. Cara. Open the window. Let me in. Bonnie shook her head, though she didn't lift her head. Though he probably already knew she was crying, she was embarrassed. She didn't want him knowing she was crying. Which made her cry even harder.

Cara, please…Bonnie found herself speaking two words. "Come in." she sobbed it out, but he heard it perfectly. Damon opened the window and let himself in.

All this Bonnie heard, but didn't see. She heard his feet coming closer to her, but she never expected him to pick her up into his arms. She was so startled that she raised her tear-ravaged face to him. He looked grim, not a usual face for Damon, so she knew he was serious. "Are you alright?"

Bonnie hid her face in his leather jacket. It smelled of him. Kind of like some forbidden cologne mixed with the smell of soap. It was solely his, and it reminded Bonnie of his face and of all the times he always seemed to be distant, but he always was the one who was there to save her when she needed him.

Even that made her cry. So much changed when he and his brother came, and now Bonnie didn't know where she belonged. She would always be different now, with her psychic abilities activated and her past experience with the supernatural and unnatural.

Damon sat on the side of the bed.

He let her cry all over his new jacket. His jacket didn't matter. He'd probably get another one the next time he fed. But right now, Bonnie was crying and he was concerned with why her small, delicate frame shook with sobs. She was his bird, and he felt the need to protect her like he did whenever she called him.

He just wish he could protect her from the pain she was feeling, and the frustration he could sense coming from her.

He tried to find something to say, anything to soothe her. "It's okay, I will be here if you need me." She cried harder. He didn't know why that would make her, but he shut his mouth and settled for just patting her back.

He wasn't good at speaking comfort, so he just rocked her a little in his arms, and let her cry.

"Distract me." Bonnie's small voice was muffled by his jacket, but he heard perfectly what she said.

He searched his mind for anything he could say to get her mind off of what was making her sad. "Elena and Stefan are safe."

Bonnie struggled against his arms trying to get off his lap, her wet face stared back at him, angry. "I already know that." She said. That wasn't what he expected.

Now she was backing away from him as though he disgusted her all the while pointing an accusing finger at him. "I can't believe you actually made me worry about them! All because you were jealous! I can't believe-"

"You don't know me!" He said, finding he liked this Bonnie instead of the weeping, vulnerable one before. This Bonnie he understood. He let himself get as angry as her, following her across the room.

"I know you well enough to know you're still going after something you'll never have. I know you're spoiled enough to believe that you will get it, when everyone else knows you will not. Well here's a wake up call!" She stopped, and stood as tall as her short body would let her. " You can't have it all!"

Damon realized his anger had left just as fast as it had came, and was replaced by...oh God, he hadn't felt like this in centuries! On the outside he was angry, his face hard, his feet still unmercifully following hers. But on the inside...a fire was burning hot and bright. She was stubbornly beautiful, with her chin outthrust, her eyes meeting his defiantly undeneath the wealth of her fiery red curls, and her small hands fisted at her sides.

"Voglio solo un paio di cose in questo abbandonato Dio mondo."He closed the space, making sure there was none left between them, brushing his body to hers,standing tall so that Bonnie had to look up if she wanted to meet his eyes. "I only want a few things in this Godforsaken world." He said composed, although what he was doing was wreaking havoc on his body.

Bonnie backed immediately. She was shocked at his actions, but she was shocked of her response to him more than anything. The first thought that popped into her mind was 'The Kiss'. The one she surprised herself giving Damon after he rescued her and Meredith from Caroline. Since then, she'd kept away from him, especially since she didn't need him to rescue her from anything she couldn't handle. But now was different. They were in her room. Alone. And Damon was still following her.

Just as she thought about it, she reached the wall. She watched him come closer, unable to move. Her breathing became short, and she could feel her cheeks growing warm. Damon reached her, and put his hands on the wall behind her head. One on each side. Caging her in. He leaned in...

Cara...

She shuddered and let her head rest on the wall. He covered her body inch by inch with his.

Cara!

He lowered his head slowly, until they were sharing the same breath. She let her eyes drift close, his nearness making her lightheaded.

Bella rossa, I do not think that is a good idea...

The voice in her head sounded like...

Bonnie's eyes opened immediately and she pushed Damon away. "Oh God! Damon!"

Damon's back grew ramrod straight. "You're right. I should go." He turned towards the window, his movements stiff.

"No! don't go out there!" She put hereself between the window and him. "He's out there! He spoke to me when we were about to..." Bonnie felt as though her cheeks couldn't get any hotter.

Damon looked from a spot over her head to her to the window. His face shifted. Before, it was a mask of untouchable hardness, but now it held determination. "Then I should greet him."

"No! His mind's twisted. I can feel it when he talks to me. You shouldn't. You could get hurt!" She knew she sounded childish, but whether she wanted to admit it or not, she cared about him. She didn't want him hurt. Or worse. Dead.

Damon smiled at her. One that showed he did care about something besides him and what he wanted. His hand captured one of her soft, red curls. "No, Cara, I won't. I promise you that. And if I do...well then, will you be my caretaker?" He didn't give her a chance to answer, but he opened the window and changed into his large, sinfully dark crow in mid jump.

Damon! She yelled it with her mind as she stared out the window he just jumped out of, afraid to go closer in fear that he would try and reach her.

Close and lock the window. Don't open it even if it's me.

With that, he blended in with the dark and disappeared fro her sight.

Now I'm gonna have to ask you to push the button right below this and REVIEW! I have a question. Would you guys want me to carry on with Bonnie, or should I go into Damon's point of view? I have something for both, but I'm not sure which to post. It's up to the readers.