Bonnie was hungry and cold in only her thin nightgown. She had been running for hours over a two day period, avoiding people and being led only by and unknown voice and a hazy dream. She somehow arrived to her destination, only proven when the nagging feeling stopped propelling her forward. She found herself outside of a cozy little home. She had collapsed on the back porch and curled herself up against the door with her gown over her legs, she waited. She had no idea what she was waiting for, but she waited.

Her hunger made her weak and she was afraid that Mr. Talisman would come and find her, but she stayed were she was, refusing to move until something happened, than it did.

"Who are you?" The question made her heart jump rather than the strangers appearance, she had somehow felt that he was coming, so he hadn't frightened her. She looked up at the man as he stood just at the bottom of the back stairs staring up at her with narrowed bright blue eyes. He was pretty, was her first thought. He was pretty like temples in rural Japan and the paintings painting on the ceiling of old churches. Pretty in a sort of sacred, awe inspiring sort of way. He had shaggy, jet black hair, unblemished skin, and bright, bright eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest. He was before her in seconds, eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" He asked again a little more aggressively. "And why are you here?"

She blinked at his sudden appearance, he had moved in a blink of the eye. A vampire, her mind supplied, her lessons from the old woman's who's place she took came to mind, but she wasn't afraid. Though a part of her said she should be. "My name is Bonnie," she introduced herself softly, nervously pulling at her torn nightgown, his eyes seemed to take in her state. Feeling rude, Bonnie struggled to her feet with the help of a wall. "And as to why I'm here," she said slowly with a frown, "my dream told me to come here." She met his eyes because Ms. Susan always said you were suppose to meet someone's eyes when you spoke to them. "Who are you?"

He seemed to be thinking and a little tense. "Your dream told you to come here?" He asked, not answering her question.

Bonnie nodded. "I ran away from Mr. Talisman and I don't want to go back." She explained as if that was suppose to make since to him. She glanced behind her. "Is this your house?" She asked. Maybe he would know why she felt as if she had to come here.

"No," he answered with a furrowed brow, he glanced at the house, "this was a witch's house."

Her eyes widened. "I'm a witch," she told him, "do you think that's why I felt as if I was suppose to come here?" She asked. "Who's the witch that lives here? What's her name?"

"She's dead," he told her bluntly.

Bonnie felt as if she had been kicked in the chest. "Dead?" She repeated unsure why she was feeling so upset at the idea.

"That's what I said," he raised an eyebrow.

"I know," Bonnie nodded, oblivious to his eye roll.

He stared at her. "So you're Bonnie?" She looked up at him quickly at hearing her name.

She quickly nodded. "What's your name?" She asked again. Her stomach growled loudly and she bit her lip in embarrassment. She hugged her middle. How was she suppose to get food if Ms. Susan wasn't around to give it to her?

The man before her laughed dryly. "Well, how about we go get some food for you, Bonbon?"

The girl looked up at him in surprise.

(FF)

Bonnie had never been inside of a restaurant before. She looked around excitedly, not noticing all of the people giving her odd looks because of her dirty feet and torn gown. She was too busy looking at everything.

"You have to order something," the vampire said, watching her from the corner of his eye as he knocked back another shot of brown liquid. Whatever it was it didn't smell very good. He tapped the shiny piece of paper in front of her.

Bonnie looked down at it and frowned. "I can have whatever I want?" She asked, studying the menu.

The man shrugged. "Sure," he took another shot.

She looked up at him and frowned. "I thought vampires only drank blood? I didn't know you guys are human food."

Damon made an odd choking noise before he sat the tiny glass down roughly. "Say it a little louder, Bonbon, I don't think the people outside heard you." Bonnie frowned in confusion. He looked at her. "So you do know what I am, huh?"

Bonnie cocked her head. "Its pretty obvious." she shrugged. The man smirked in amusement.

"I know right? I mean no normal joe could be this sexy."

"Sexy?" Bonnie repeated. "You are pretty but I don't know enough about sex appeal really in order to agree with you."

The man laughed again. "Damon," he finally said, "my name is Damon."

Bonnie smiled brightly. "Its a pleasure, Damon." Bonnie found herself stuffed on chicken tenders and something called soda, which she couldn't get enough of. "Damon," she whispered, leaning towards the vampire and looking around. "I gotta pee," she whispered.

Damon turned quickly and stared at her. "That's nice," he said slowly.

Bonnie frowned. "Where do I go?"

He gave her an odd look but pointed and she quickly jumped off the stool, but stopped herself from from rushing off, she turned back to look at the man.

"You're not going to leave without me, are you?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Sure," he shrugged.

"Promise?"

He smirked. "I promise."

Satisfied, Bonnie quickly sped off to the bathroom.

(FF)

Sheila Bennett's granddaughter, who would have thought he would have been able to keep his word after all. Damon snorted into his glass of bourbon. It was unfortunate that Sheila died helping him out but it wasn't as if she had done it for free, he had promised to help her find her missing granddaughter. Despite what everyone might say about him, he did plan on keeping his word even though the woman had died and look at him, he did.

He watched as Bonnie exited the restroom and smiled at him. True, she found him, but he sort of found her too. He guessed he could keep her safe to repay his debt to Sheila and a plus would be the fact that Bonnie is a witch and it would be good to have her on his side. The little time he had spent with her, he had decided she was very sheltered and probably easily manipulated.

He smirked back at the dirty girl.

His day just got a whole lot better.