A/N damnit I started another story because my mind was in overdrive about it. Hoping you enjoy it. I know 1994 seems over done, but I have my own view of it. Plus, this is going to be an ALL 1994 story as told in the perspectives of the homocidal one and the witchy one. It's a love story that starts with friendship and yes, it will have its dysfunctions, and dark or toxic moments, otherwise, it's not really my style. Hoping you like this rendition.

* Read summery so there's no confusion please - NOT CANON

* not beta'd

* Please enjoy babes


May 10, 1994 Day Twenty Three

Bonnie's POV

The past week I've helped Damon make breakfast. It's been a rather pleasant experience. He kind of has control issues in the kitchen, but I can understand because I, myself, am a control freak. So far the best thing about cooking breakfast together is our talks. Damon is a very insightful person. He really has an experienced way of putting things into perspective for me. We have done a good job of speaking of our friends from back home. Surprisingly, Damon talks about Stefan more than Elena. I mean, don't get me wrong, he misses Elena, but he really misses Stefan the most. When he told me the story of how Stefan had Katherine to turn him so that he wouldn't be alone for eternity. I thought it was incredibly insensitive of Stefan, but I get it. Who would want to go through an eternity alone? Now I understand why Damon and Stefan have the relationship that they have.

It's easy to really appreciate Damon once you have some deep conversations with him. There are so many layers to him. He cooks, he restored his 1967 Chevy Camaro, all on his own, he knows how to ballroom dance, he listens to rhythm and blues as well as classical music, he plays the piano, he speaks fluent Italian, he's one of the most sensitive, romantic, and compassionate men I have ever met. Believe it or not, when he isn't being cocky about it, he's really funny. Sometimes when I watch him speak, he doesn't realize I'm there, he tells a story as if he's living in the moment. His eyes lit up when he spoke of Emily. I guess they had a special relationship, albeit, untrusting, and unconventional, but I sensed there was something he wasn't telling me.

Damon also has this complex, where he tries to cater to my feelings these days. I don't know why. Maybe because, us getting along is better than us not getting along. But, I just want him to be genuine with me. I'm not worried about him being himself, as long as he doesn't trample my feelings or threaten to kill me. At least not for another couple of weeks, I'm really enjoying getting to know Damon, he is refreshing. Not because it's just the two of us here, but because in my life, someone like him is is an eye opener for me. I'm really judgmental, and I could stand to get to know people first.

Damon's POV

When she giggles, I think it's the cutest sound. I have never been one to care for an annoying girly giggle. I think the fact that it's Bonnie is what makes a difference. She is not an easy person to make laugh, let alone girly giggle. I won't get full of myself, but I'm almost feeling cocky for being the guy who makes Bonnie giggle. She gets my sarcastic wit, when we are not at odds she finds me hilarious. I think it makes her endearing because, because being able to relate to me takes a certain type of patience and understanding.

So we cook breakfast together now, and she surprisingly follows directions well. You'd never know when I'm helping her with magic, because she is stubborn as all hell. However, cooking, she is an excellent student. There was an incident where she tasted something from my finger. I'm not sure how it happened or even if she paid attention to the fact that she did it, but when she did it, it shut me up for about five minutes. Bonnie is incredibly sexy, on accident. I can't help but to be turned on by her obliviousness to herself. I see a different side of the witch. It is refreshing to see her in this light. She is more pleasant to be around then I used to give her credit for.

Today I made Bonnie something, we invented together called vampcakes. I was feeling creative, so she egged me on to make them. I told her I would make them, then I was so impressed with myself that I told her I'm making them everyday from here on out, she was excited about it. I wonder how long it'll be before she decides she's sick of them. Today she told me the favorite part of her day was our morning conversations. I think it's my favorite part of the day too. I also like when we practice magic, because Bonnie's vulnerability shows, she lets her guard down now and let's me in. The only downside, it makes me want her blood even more, smelling it drives me crazy. I can't hurt Bonnie, she trusts me now.

"So who taught you to speak Italian?"

"Our father did, when we were very young. Then we traveled to Italy a few times with him."

"Do you remember it well enough to tell me something?"

"Qualsiasi cosa per te, piccola strega." (Sure, anything for you, little witch)

"What did you just say?"

"Se vi dico, devo ucciderti" (if I tell you, I must kill you) he says laughing.

"Seriously, you're not going to tell me?"

"Mi piace fare a indovinare." (I like making you guess)

"You're such a tease , Damon Salvatore." She says with a small smile.

He stops what he's doing and walks closer to her and speaks continuously in Italian, "La presa in giro vera sta guardando voi tutti i giorni , e che consente di sfuggire alla mia presa senza seppellire me stesso dentro di te." (The real tease is watching you everyday, and allowing you to escape my grasp without burying myself inside of you).

Bonnie gulps at his words and starts wondering what he could be talking about and if the conversation is still as innocent as she thought.

"What exactly are we talking about?"

"Stiamo parlando del fatto che voglio fare cose sgradevoli a voi in questo momento , ma non posso." (we are talking about the fact that i want to do unsavory things to you right now, but i cant).

He inches closer to Bonnie's face, making eye contact and refusing to break it. He's intimidating her, and she realizes it.

"Damon-"

"Smettere di parlare e mi permetta di ammirare la tua bellezza." (Stop talking and let me admire your beauty). He lightly caressed her face with his hand.

Bonnie got lost in Damon's eyes that were peircing through her, and as she touched his hand which was caressing her face, she no longer trusts herself around him. She backed away and smiles innocently then she started to back away from him.

"I should go take a shower and get dressed. We have to get more groceries today." Bonnie says.

"Sure thing Bonbon." He stares until she's out of sight.

May 10, 1994 Day Twenty Five

Bonnie's POV

Something weird happened today. I'm not sure how to feel about it. I thought I'd be afraid but I'm not. Today I was helping Damon with breakfast, our routine from the past week. Somehow, I cut myself and my finger was bleeding, and instead of letting me run my hand under the faucet, Damon drank it. He put my finger into his mouth and sucked it without wondering if it was okay with me or not. He was more than comfortable with taking my blood. I should have been upset and feeling violated, but for some reason I was neither. Something about it was erotic, it turned me on. Which is weird, because, well I don't know why. I just know I shouldn't like it, but I did, and seeing his lips touch me in that way made me wonder what his lips would feel like on other parts of me. I also though that if he kissed me in that moment, I wouldn't have minded.

I'm a terrible friend. Elena trusts me, and I'm here imaging what it would be like to kiss her boyfriend.

The scene before my eyes, watching Damon carefully extract my blood was beyond beautiful. His lips were so careful, he kept his eyes closed as if he were savoring it. Something happened inside of me when he touched me with his lips. If I don't get my magic back, I might betray my best friend. I can't do that!

Damon's POV

Today I drank Bonnie's blood when she mistakingly cut herself. I didn't mean to just grab her finger, but when I heard her wince, I turned and I couldn't block it out of my mind. Her finger was dripping endlessly. Why let all of that blood go to waste? In a matter of three seconds I thought how, if I touched her she'd burn my brain, then I remembered she has no magic, then I kept in mind all of the ways she tortures me on a daily basis, and I realized that I would take her blood without asking. So I did.

I don't even think she was mad. I almost made myself to believe she liked it. She just stood there watching. She didn't try to stop me, she stared. I could feel her watching me with my eyes closed. The more I pulled from her, the more her breathing softened, but her heart sped up. She also was turned on by it. I smelled her arousal. She felt embarrassed by being turned on by it. I wanted to take her body and make her mine, but I didn't. But one thing is for sure, I'm never drinking from those gotdamned blood bags again. There is no way I'm going another day without her blood, I remember it from that first time, and she still tastes the same. Her blood is addicting and I'm going to have it again.

May 10, 1994 Day Twenty Nine

Bonnie's POV

Ever since the other day it's been awkward between Damon and me. I'm nervous because I had an issue controlling my hormones after Damon sucked my blood. I don't know how, but he got in my head. I go to bed hoping for some relief from my guilt of all that happened. The minute I fall asleep, he consumes my dreams. That image of him, plus other images of him that really question my loyalties to Elena. I can feel his lips all over my body every night. I'm trying to keep my mind in control, but he has become the center of my attention.

Last night I almost felt him really taking my blood from my neck. My dream felt real.

Damon's body was on top of mine. Pressed firmly against me. He looked at me, and as I was about to scream, he put his finger to my lips and shushed me. I was stuck there quietly. I didn't make a thing out of it, because I was patiently awaiting the feel of his lips again. I didn't care how, I just wanted them on me. I wanted him to touch me. At one point, his center was pressed against mine, and I felt a tingling. Then I felt his teeth pierce my skin briefly, and his devilish tongue worked my neck and he suctioned himself to me to the point of no return. He pulled from me, and it pulled at my center, and it made me want him in other ways. When I went to grab him to stop, he pinned my wrists down and told me to be a good little witch. For some reason I obeyed him, and I felt guilty, however, it was just a Dream. So When I woke up this morning, I snapped out of it.

I will never feel Damon's body on mine, I will never like it, I'm willing myself to remember what the objective is. Getting him back to Elena. I'm not sure why my mind is playing tricks on me other than the fact that I'm going crazy here, and maybe I'm losing my mind.

Damon's POV

I did something I swore I wouldn't do. I violated Bonnie's trust. I took blood from her against her free will, over and over again. In all fairness she was asleep every night I did it. I tried to leave well enough alone, and I couldn't. As the days since I first sucked her finger went on the blood called to me, and as the night crept up and began to fade into the wee hours of the morning, I snuck into her bedroom and I did it. I climbed on top of her and I bit her. I've been doing this for four days, and last night was the first time she woke up during.

I almost thought I was caught at one moment. She woke up and was ready to scream. I shushed her.

She fucking shushed for me! Bonnie, the BENNETT WITCH shushed for me. That judgy little woman listened. Then as her body temperature rose, and her heart beat sped up, she made me hard. I didn't want to make it sexual. I tried to just make it about feeding, but everything about her body was making mine respond. When I finally got hers and my body to calm down, I bit her. I sunk my teeth into her beautiful, fucking neck, and the sweetest sensation came over me, and her blood just flowed into my mouth, and it didn't stop. At one point she tried to stop me and I pinned her down, and told her to be a good little witch. Then she just laid there and took it. I almost drained her, but I stopped myself. She tasted too sweet, too spicy, too untainted to just let it be a one time thing. I'm hooked, and I'm under her spell. I need her. Everyday.

I really fucked up!


"Hey." She says nervously.

"Morning." He seems skeptical of her nervousness, wondering if she knows what he did.

"So, what are we making for breakfast today?"

"You thought I was kidding about vampcakes Bonbon? I'm making that and you can make the bacon."

"Okay." She says smiling and not giving him any eye contact. She's nervous around him, and he senses it.

"So, how are you feeling today, my little witch? Did you sleep well?"

"Yea. I did, I actually slept really well. I feel refreshed today and ready for whatever the day brings."

"Alright, so what shall we do today? We can work on magic in the woods, we can pick a book and do some reading and discussion, I know you like that. We can also go to the museum, you've been asking about that. Or we can walk to the falls, and just talk."

"Yea, I'd like that."

"Going to the falls and talking?"

"Yes."

He was shocked and somewhat intimidated by her emissions. "Okay, we can cook and eat and then we can get ready to head out to the falls."

They cook together in a more quiet manner today and just seem to enjoy knowing the other is there. Their comfort level with one another has really grown, they almost have a routine of an older married couple.

Once they finish eating they each go to their rooms and get ready to head out for their walk to the falls.

Bonnie feels nervous about being especially alone with Damon, but she is allowing herself to be much more comfortable around him, because he is all she has. Damon is also feeling nervous but ready to see what the day brings.

Sometime later...

"So, is it normal to have a dream that possibly felt real?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering, I wonder if I have control over my mental state of mind when I am sleeping."

"You're a witch. You can control other people's dreams if you wanted."

"I'm no longer magical though." She says with an "oh well" sort of vibe.

"You are magical still, trust me." He says knowing he's tasted her blood while she's slept the past few days,

"What makes you say that?"

"I can smell it in your blood."

"What does magic smell like Damon?"

"It's smells like power."

"I smell powerful, Damon?"

He smiles, "It's hard to explain. When you've been around it as long as I have, the actual smell of magic becomes synonymous with power, and you relate the smell to it. Bonnie you smell like a woman with so much power you have no idea how to tame it. It makes you a dangerous liability."

"Why is that?"

"Well your power can be divided into types, and some types of magic are controlled by emotions strictly. You have a problem turning off your emotions when you are using magic sometimes, which can be both beautiful and disastrous Bonnie."

"I think magic should be controlled by emotions, it makes it more meaningful."

"There doesn't always have to be meaning, Bonnie. Sometimes magic requires a necessary action, without too much thought, the rawness of that, makes the magic become an entity to be controlled by the action."

Bonnie can see how Damon's words are meaningful to how she uses her magic, and she realizes that maybe she really puts too much emotion behind her use of magic. "How do you suppose I don't allow my emotions to be involved, Damon. Everything I do, involves my emotion, it's who I am."

"Maybe you need to learn how to make a move without your emotions, take a chance on being reckless sometime, and enjoy it."

"Like you, Damon? I'm not ready to make mistakes that cause stress and pain for other people. I can't do what you do. I have this thing called a conscious, it's not so easy for me."

"That's why you have so much tension in your life, you over think, and over analyze everything. You find yourself being a martyr, and a self loathing loner."

Her feelings were hurt by his words but she knew he was right. She puts her head down and has no idea how to combat his words.

"Im not trying to hurt your feelings Bonnie, I'm being honest because I actually care. I don't want to see you continuously sacrificing yourself for us. For them, for me. Anyone."

People don't say things like that to Bonnie. No one cares enough to notice what her sacrifices do to her, what they mean for her. Bonnie looks at Damon then looks away thinking about what he said and figuring if she'll ever be able to implement his entire thought process to her life. She stands up from her sitting position and walks closer to the water. She just stares out at the water, imagining the calmness that the water naturally takes on, and how when there is a storm the water frenzies. She knows that no matter what, the water will flow and do its job, but when it's storming and frenzied it's more beautiful yet more disastrous. Just like Damon's words about her. She begins to understand it, no one puts things into perspective the way Damon does.

He watches her, watching the water.

"Do you see how the falls are a perfect metaphor for you?"

She nods her head as a tear drop or two stream down her cheek.

He walks over to the emotional little witch.

"Why are you crying?"

Bonnie shakes her head. Trying to avoid opening up.

"Hey," he grabs slightly at her, she looks at him. "You don't have to feel embarrassed by me, or judged, I'm the most emotional man you've ever met, making decisions based on my emotions, and I too am disastrous. I don't think you realize how much alike we are Bonnie. I may be a little more reckless... Okay a lot more. But you and I operate off of the same thing, protecting those we love, which makes us emotional, because sometimes we think they are all that matters. To the point we forget we exist also."

Bonnie holds herself and looks up at the sky willing her tears to stay trapped behind her eyes. It's feeling impossible at this moment. She turns to look at him allowing all of her emotion to hit her in front of him. She no longer cares because, he's all she has right now.

"Damon, I'm sorry for ever making you feel less than me. You didn't deserve my aggressive words all these years. I'm such a bitch! I realize now that my emotions get the best of me, and yes. I am alone. I don't know if I'll ever love someone the right way. You know? What are Jeremy and I? It's not a love with equally requited. I have caught myself here, going back and fourth bout Jeremy. That's why I never speak of him. I mean, I loved him, I think. I have made major sacrifices for him, which includes giving my life. I think Jeremy loves me, but only the way he knows how. Like a boy. I'm far beyond needing the love of a boy, because a boy can't handle all I have to give. I just think I'm better off alone. My love is far too passionate. My love is so desperate for his acceptance. I shouldn't have to need his acceptance. The person who I am meant to be loved by, will love me and ALL of my deep, dark, dangerously powerful love."

When Bonnie became vulnerable in that moment with Damon, he realized too well, how much they had in common. He knew she was in search of what he was in search of, and he knew she needed someone like him, but all he could keep telling himself was, how she's Elena's best friend. How could the love of his life, be best friends with his soulmate.

Damon was fighting the urge to hold Bonnie. Then he too realized, they were all they had. He grabbed her and held her tightly to him. When he felt she was relaxed enough in his arms he cupped her face and told her, "You deserve better than baby Gilbert. I'm not saying that because I don't like him as a person. I'm saying that because I don't like him for you, I don't even see how he got lucky enough to get you."

Bonnie looks up at Damon with welded tears, gut wrenching heart ache, and he wanted more than anything to kiss her, fill her emptiness with him. He just knew that as hard as he fought for Elena, Bonnie wouldn't take him seriously. They were both undeniably loyal to her. The more Damon thought about it the more he realized the Gilbert siblings were a lot alike, in taking for granted these two tormented souls. He couldn't kiss her, but he could tell her something that he knew she would have no choice but to take with great merit, "Bonnie, I'm going to be 100 percent honest with you, I would not rather be here, with any other person other than you. Not Elena, not even Stefan. I was meant to be here with you, and we were meant to be here together. If this is my undead life's end, I'm happy it's spent getting to know you."

"Damon, you don't have to say that."

"I do, you should know how phenomenal you are. How lucky a person is to be in your presence. I'm angry at myself for not acting on instinct when I met you. You deserved a chance, a fair chance. Bonnie you are a beautiful woman." He says this as he holds her face in his hands, and he is getting in incredibly close proximity of her face with his. He is staring at her with such intensity she feels his soul connecting with hers. Part of her is frightened and part of her is helplessly open to his touch.

"What the hell am I thinking? I can't do this. I can't keep doing this." Damon says to himself getting extremely emotional with his little witch. "Damnit. Bonnie, I want to... I should just-"

Bonnie is staring at Damon in bewilderment, and wondering why he seems perplexed by himself.

"Damon? Damon what's wrong?"

"I just, Bonnie, you are making this impossible. I've got to get away from you okay. I'm sorry I'm not as strong as I thought I was. I have to go somewhere for a while, okay? I'll meet you back at the boarding house later. I need to think about somethings and I really can't, or shouldn't be around you right now."

"Damon, what did I do? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get all crazy and emotional, okay, don't leave me. Not right now. Whatever it is I'll stop talking okay. I'll walk walk ten feet behind you."

"Ah. Bonnie, I can't I have to go somewhere to think, please. I will meet you back at the boarding house. I promise."

"Damon..." But it was too late he sped off. Bonnie stayed there and cried about ten minutes then she got herself together and headed back to the boarding house. By the time she got back there was no sight of Damon. She just let it be. She calmed down. She didn't stay angry with him. She went straight to her room and took a shower then she got comfortable, in her usual braless top and shorts. She stayed in her room and listened to the CD player. Eventually she thought herself to sleep.

She awoke sometime later to find one Elder Salvatore standing at the foot of her bed watching her sleep in full vampire mode. His eyes, blood shot with black veins, his fangs ascended and her blood dripping down his mouth.

Bonnie was frightened, because he didn't appear to be done with her.


A/N Thanks for reading(: