So I'm still away from my keyboard, probably enjoying the summer at the beach or hanging around with family and friends. But I'll turn back to your reviews if you feel like commenting on my fic:D After turning back from my vacation and facing my real life it would totally made my day to see some reviews! So don't be shy;)

To avoid misunderstandings: Matt Donovan never had a relationship with Caroline. The way he found out about the supernatural world was via his friend Tyler, the werewolf.

Chapter 3 – Mysterious Events In Mystic Falls

"Hey! Come over here! Quick!" A familiarly strong voice shouted. Alaric looked at Damon confused and as Bonnie made a move to stand up Damon held her arm. "You stay here" he shouted to both of them. "I'll check first." He crawled out and Bonnie watched his steps moving to the window. There was no chance to hear whether he was talking to the stranger outside or not. The noise of the shaking house made it impossible. The next moment Damon kneeled down to them. "Follow me" he yelled firmly.

Alaric and Bonnie hurried to stand up and followed Damon to the window. Outside, in the midst of the darkness was a thin figure holding a baseball bat in his hands. He gestured them to hurry up. Damon waited till Bonnie and Alaric had climbed out through the window frame to join them. Home free, Bonnie regarded the savior. The blond guy returning her look sternly was someone she had known all her life. She was impressed to see him with a baseball bat, ready to fight anything with his human skills.

Indeed, Matt Donovan had always been one of the brave and noblest. He was the living example for the fact that it wasn't wealth that was expressive of showing how noble you are. It was the heart and selflessness. And no matter what others believed, Bonnie knew that Matt did not just live for money. He had it harder than most of them but he wasn't more dependent on it than anyone else. Actually, he's the most independent boy in our town, she thought. He was the only guy in town who was able to take care of himself.

"Bonnie?" She felt a warm hand placed on her back. "Are you okay?" Bonnie looked into the familiar blue eyes. They were so clear like they weren't ever able to lie. You would see every single lie through them. And she knew that look. Matt had always cheered her up when something went wrong and no one was around. But that was a long time ago and Bonnie had thought that their friendship was over; That they had chosen different paths. She didn't know why she did that next move. Maybe it was the big relief after the shock with the earthquake that made burst her feelings out of her. However, with all the assembled feelings inside of her, without thinking twice, she was holding him tight, her arms around his neck.

Not able to move Matt felt a warmness growing inside of him. No one ever hugged him like this before. It was not one of that fake hugs the girls from school seemed to give everyone they felt attracted to. Mostly these kinds of hugs were short or just held as long as it took the girl to ask you for a favor. Bonnie didn't ask for anything nor did she let go off him hastily.

Without thinking, he put his hands around her. "It's okay, Bonnie. Whatever it was it's gone." He startled as Bonnie relinquished her grip and stepped back. Matt felt like he had forgotten how to breath easily when he looked into these green eyes.

Bonnie knew it now. It wasn't the relief after the fear that made her hug him. It was his courage, his attentiveness. She was not used to that. No one saved Bonnie. She was usually the tough one watching out for herself. "Thank you, Matt," she said with a faltered smile.

That smile relieved a part of her to Matt. He saw the astonishment in her eyes and the sadness in her broken smile. She was just relieved that someone cared about her. Matt smiled back at her trying to hide his blank surprise. Who would have thought that after all, Bonnie Bennett seemed to be as lonely as he was. "I really appreciate your help," Damon said looking at Matt. He joined the circle of Bonnie and Matt. "Now, if you don't mind, back off, White Knight. We have stuff to deal with." Alaric stepped closer to the three. "No, Damon. I think he should join us if he wants to," he gave Matt a questioning look. "You got to be kidding me! He just noticed his pal's a werewolf." Damon scoffed. "And he's just human!" he said in a falling tone. "He saved your ass tonight," Alaric reminded him firmly. Matt's glance slid down. "No, it's okay, Rick. I don't think it's a good idea, either." He gave Bonnie an apologizing look. "I'm not really into that supernatural stuff." Bonnie nodded briefly. "Just be careful" he added still focused on the witch. "Good night, Matt" Bonnie said with an implicit understanding in her voice. She knew the feeling. She could relate to the need to stay out of all of this. Matt regarded Bonnie once more before he turned around and disappeared in the darkness of the night.

"So that our White Knight has turned out to be a coward we should go back to work" Damon suggested rubbing his hands playfully. "We are not going back in there" Alaric said firmly. "What? You want to present your ritual to the public?" The vampire scoffed as he climbed back through the window. "Whatever it is, it seems to only have power on us inside your house." The teacher explained. "We need to take the brew to the cemetery and complete the ritual there."

Bonnie didn't like that plan. "Why are we going to the cemetery?" she asked confused. "We need a place that's specific for supernatural beings," Alaric explained. "The cemetery is full of spirits."

Damon came back with the bowl in his hands. "Oh, really? Why did you pick my house then?" he blinked at the teacher jokingly. "Because of the spirit of my Latin teacher?" he snorted. Bonnie and Alaric gave him a questioning look. Of course, they didn't get that reference. They had no idea of his nightmare about the horror teacher. Okay, this is awkward! Damon thought.

"Whatever," Alaric said ignoring the weird silence. "The boarding house belongs to vampires. That makes it a supernatural specific place." Bonnie paused thoughtfully as she hit on an idea. "We should go to my place then" she suggested firmly. "It's too risky to do this in public." Alaric and Damon exchanged surprised glances. Bonnie had always wanted to keep any supernatural action out of her house not to mention vampires. And now she seemed to be okay with the idea of the hatred Salvatore brother inside her house.

"Here we are" The witch stopped in front of a vintage mailbox. She opened the garden gate and walked on the stone path going across the garden to the porch. Damon and Alaric were next to her walking through the front yard. "Gnomes?" Damon scoffed as he ran past a lawn gnome. He put down the bowl in his hands and crouched down to regard the little figure. "Put it down!" Bonnie warned in a motherly tone. The vampire grimaced. "Is he useful? Like the ones who care for the garden by night?"

The witch ignored the question. Bonnie and Alaric had already reached the porch. "Damon!" Alaric said like he was admonishing a 7-years-old.

Damon stood up to join the two regarding the wooden house in front of him. "Really, Bonnie?" he scoffed narrowing his eyes to slits. "After all these witch burnings you still stick to wood?" Damon seemed to be amused about the fact that he'd found once again something to goof around.

He seemed to embrace anything that could hide his anxiety. But Bonnie had no time to watch his prelude any longer. She stepped closer to the vampire giving him a warning look. "If I invite you in I want a guaranty that you won't just brake into my house." Damon imitated an offended look. "Bonnie, I'm not Edward. I don't bridle my sexual desires by stalking chicks." The witch kept her eyes glued on him. "If you break into my house I'll make sure that it's the last thing you ever did."

Damon didn't know why he enjoyed it to be threatened by her. She was so vigorous. It made him want exactly the thing she didn't wanted him to do. The witch turned around and stepped closer to the door to open it smartly. She gave her teacher a brief nod to let him in.

There weren't many things that made Damon feel that thrill rushing through his body. You could say that it was one of the perks. But this moment even made him forget his concern. The fact that the stubborn witch was going to invite him in was almost getting him to giggle like a child.

Damon looked at the girl with the curly dark hair standing framed in the doorway. He knew that she had put a mask on. It wasn't hard for him to recognize since he was kind of the master at hiding his feelings. He couldn't see behind the mask, though. He just knew that it was still on her face.

"Come in," Bonnie said impassively. Damon gave her a devious grin. "You have to try harder than that to hook me" he said amused. Bonnie's face was still an impervious wall. "Move, Damon!" she said harshly. Enjoying the moment to its finest, Damon took a step over the door sill. "That was rude," he said with a low voice leaning closer to her and moved forward. "I'm truly disappointed" he yelled from inside. "Why are there no cats in here?"

He had barely joined Alaric in the living room and had started to goof around already. Bonnie closed the door with a deep sigh. That was the only way to keep her annoyance under control. "How old are you, Damon?" she asked vexed. With his sharp sense of hearing the vampire answered immediately. "You never ask a vampire about his age. That's another rude move today added to your endless list of iniquity." She turned back to the living room watching the two men seeking the bowl with the brew up on the table.

"Are we all ready?" Alaric asked alarmed. Bonnie could feel the oppressiveness. Even Damon seemed to quit his cocky mask. He gave Alaric a stern look in confirm and Bonnie grabbed her notes to cast the spell that was the beginning of a long ritual.

The witch read loudly through the lines till she had reached the end of the sheet. Her whole body started to transfix. That was the part with the blood. Damon Salvatore ripped his wrist easily with his teeth and held his arm out to her.

Shakily, the witch stepped closer regarding Damon's bloodshot arm. Her mask was all fallen revealing the fear in her eyes. Damon grabbed gently her face to calm her down. "You can do this, Bonnie" he said in a soft tone. Bonnie looked confidently into his eyes and nodded briefly. She grabbed his arm to guide his wrist to her mouth.

After making sure she had placed her lips on the right place she closed her eyes to let the blood flow into her mouth. The witch tried to shut off any annoying sense concentrating only on the consistent deglutition. She was not supposed to think about the blood nor its taste. It would just withhold her from completing her mission. As soon as she felt a tingling in her veins she stopped to suck for the blood and raised her head.

Alaric sped off to her holding her the bowl with the brew. Again, Bonnie slugged it down gingerly. As she gave back the empty bowl to Alaric she felt a new form of power rushing through her body. Her brain was pumping like it would explode any minute and she could feel a sudden dizziness. Hectically she grabbed for the nearest thing around her as her sight went black. She couldn't see a damn thing and it was even harder to control her body.

Damon watched Bonnie with great fear in his eyes. From the moment the witch had grabbed his arm he had known that something was wrong. Her eyes were still numb and every single part of her body was shaking like she was possessed. "Bonnie?" Damon tried desperately to reach her. Abruptly, her body stopped to shake and became lifeless.

Before the witch could fall on the floor the vampire caught her by reflex. Then the witch lay lifeless in his arms. She made no move to shove him aside like she usually did. Helpless, Damon lifted up her body to lay her on the sofa. His eyes searched for the history teacher who had rushed through the house and returned with some candles. "What's going on?" he asked the teacher panic-stricken.

Alaric seemed to be way more relaxed than him. "She's okay," he said burning the candles. "Right now her body has to deal with the large force." He placed the candles on the sofa table. "She'll wake up any minute." Damon regarded Alaric's face. Something about him was off. He was too reckless. That was not like him. With lightning speed he ran him off pressing him at the wall.

"Who are you?" The vampire asked with a beastly expression. The blond man laughed cockily. "Does it matter? We all have what we wanted. The ritual's completed." Damon tightened his grasp. "What did you do to her?" The man moaned. "Oh, no. I hate that kind of soul drama. She'll live." He said briefly and closed his eyes. "Hey!" Damon shook him heavily but it was like the man was dead. As he thought about tying him up he heard a voice. "What are you doing?"

Bonnie Bennett had sat up and was watching him doubtfully. Damon released the lifeless body and walked over to her. "That's not him" he said wearily. "Whatever is possessing him wanted us to complete the ritual." Bonnie tried to arrange that information in her long list of unusual events. Her head still felt dizzy and she had no idea who would support them by their ritual via possession. Her eyes slid to the wall where Damon had put down Alaric's body. "Damon..," she said alarmed eyes focused on that wall. The vampire followed her glance to find nothing. The body was gone.