To reply to your reviews (on which I thank you), there will be no triangle in this story. Elena and Damon will interact, but there will be no triangle. I'm bored with it in the show as it is, I don't want to write it too ;)

Bonnie stepped with one foot on the Salvatore property. She remembered how they used to play around that house when they were kids, because it had a huge back yard and there was no noise, except birds humming from the woods. They never went into the house, though. People used to say it's haunted. They often daired each other to go in, but no one had the courage. It was a beautiful house, Bonnie thought looking it from today's point of view. When she was a child, she could only think of how amazing would it be to live there, with so many rooms and so much space. Now, she appreciated it's beauty, but also thought how hard would it be to keep the house clean. That made her wonder how do the Salvatores keep the house clean? They probably compel few innocent girls when house needs cleaning and let them do all the work. Later, they reward them with sucking blood from their necks.

Bonnie came closer to the door, put her hand on the handle and opened the door. She could see a long hallway in front of her. Floor and walls were lined with a dark wood. There was a beautiful, old carpet that was extending through the whole hallway. There were some plants, that looked surprisingly fresh, and pictures on the wall. In the end of the hallway, there was a staircase, and in front of it there were big doors both on the left and right side of the wall. She stepped in and looked around the house. She made a left turn and entered a big library. There were thousands of books on the shelves by the wall, and she was surprised by it. She didn't take Damon and Stefan as reading types, especially not Damon. But she figured out they had a lot of years to collect all these books. All the furniture in the house looked really old, but it also made the house look very elegant. Small tables with big night lamps and big, soft leather sofas were a perfect match for the library. She was admiring the house that she forgot why she came in the first place. Soon enough, she could feel someone's presence in the room. She could feel cold wind on her back, she was freezing. She cuddled her one arm with another to warm up.

„Damon?" – she said silently, but there was no answer. She was alone in the room, and all of a sudden she didn't feel cold anymore. She had let go of her arms and decided to go and find Damon elsewhere.

When she turned around, she bumped into strong male's figure. It was Damon, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. His hair was wet, and he had a smirk on his face. His eyes were smirking too. Although Bonnie wasn't looking into his eyes at the moment, she noticed before how beautiful they were. Light blue eyes that could pierce through person's skin. There is no way for a person to not feel that pair of eyes on them. He had a nice body, too. But who cared about that when he could make you do whatever he wanted with those eyes. Literally.

„Oh God, I'm so sorry" – she turned around and covered her eyes with her hands. She could feel blush coming to her cheeks.

„Don't be" – she could hear his voice close to hear ear. „I'm not" – he said in a seductive voice.

She turned around and saw him standing close to her. She could feel the electricity his body was sending, and her skin trembled. He must have thought she's silly, turning around like a child just because she saw him half naked. In the other hand, he's probably used to getting those kinds of reactions from girls. She wasn't sure that many of them turn around at the sight of him half naked, though.

„I need your help" – she stepped back a bit.

„You need my help?" – he started walking towards the table with alcohol. He picked up a glass and poured bourbon in it.

„Yes" – she said silently. She was ashamed. She never thought she would be asking for help from vampires. She never thought she would need it.

Damon studied her carefully. He wasn't usually attracted to her type. She was wearing ordinary black Converse shoes, washed up jeans and baby blue shirt with a monkey on it. Her hair was casually falling over her face and reaching her shoulders. The color of her hair was a perfect match to his, and he found that amusing for some reason. She looked rather innocent, but there was something about her that lit up fire in Damon's soul every time he saw her. She could light up his flame with that fierce look in her eyes and her proud standing when the matter of being a witch came into the question. She was proud of who she is.

„What about?" – he could play with her. He could tease her about the irony of her apparently hating vampires and now asking one of them for help, but he decided not to.

„Stefan told me about the rings, how you're able to walk in the sun with them" – Bonnie kept looking him in the eyes. „I want to know how to make one."

This amused Damon, but it also intrigued him. „To want to make that ring, you have to know a vampire. To want to help a vampire, you have to like them. Don't tell me you're developing a soft spot for us after meeting me" – he decided to tease her a little bit after all. He took another sip of the bourbon and gave her a sneaky look.

„Are you going to help me or not?" – she asked seriously. She didn't want to show him he makes her uncomfortable.

Damon sighed, drank the last sip of bourbon and came closer to Bonnie. „A witch made it for us when we became vampires. Not a lot of us can walk in the sun, honestly, me and my brother are the only ones I know about. I'm sure you will find the spell in your grimoar" – Damon smiled at her with his innocent puppy smile, but he still didn't look innocent enough. There was something about his eyes that always made him look seductive.

„Thank you" – there was a smile appearing in the corner of Bonnie's lips.

„Hey witchy" – Damon shouted after her when she turned around to leave. Now he has a nick name for her. How adorable, she though sarcastically. „You owe me" – he smirked.

„Oh yeah? Is there something you want?" – she decided to play his game.

„Do you want to open your present first?" – he pointed to his towel and raised his eyebrow.

Bonnie laughed out loud. „Goodbye Damon" – she smiled and turned around to leave.

„A kiss!" – Damon yelled after her.

Bonnie stopped walking and turned around. „A kiss?" – she asked silently.

Damon nodded and started walking towards her. „There's no way I'm kissing you" – she said with repulsion in her voice. Damon had to laugh at that.

Damon didn't have to beg for kisses. Or ask for them. When he liked something, he took it. But he knew that if he tried the same with Bonnie, he would be laying on the floor while she would be frying his brain. Part of him thought it would be worth it, but he sure as hell wasn't going to say that out loud. That would make him look weak. Damon was a lot of things, but weak wasn't one of them.

„Some other time then, I guess" – he winked at her. She tried to keep a serious expression on her face, but after some time she gave it up and a smile appeared on her face.

When she finally left the room, he could feel the flame in his soul turning of.

xxxx

Elena was standing in the park with a stake in her hands. There was a vampire few steps away from her, acting cocky and powerful. Elena has killed a vampire before, she had killed many vampires. Well, about 10, but who's counting. Alaric didn't let her take a swing at older vampires, but new ones who were still confused and always hungry, searching for an easy pray. Those were the easiest to kill, because they were young and stupid, thinking nothing can hurt them anymore, now when they're immortal.

She tried to hide her fear. Vampires are like dogs, they can smell fear on a person. Alaric says that the fear never goes away. Not when you're standing face to face with someone who can potentially take your life with nothing but their teeth. She tried to look strong and confident, but she couldn't look that fierce while wearing white floral dress and beige leather jacket. She didn't plan on playing the vampire slayer tonight, she was heading to pick some books in the library, but that vampire jumped out of nowhere.

She didn't recognize the vampire, which meant he's not from Mystic Falls, and she was grateful on that. She would hate if she had to kill somebody she saw walking down the street few days ago. He went about how her days are numbered, and in the moment when she decided to stake him, the vampire stopped talking and his body fell on the ground. He was dead. She raised her look and saw Stefan standing above him with his heart in his hand.

„Got a tissue?" – he asked while dropping the heart on vampire's dead body.

„What did you do that for?" – Elena was furious.

„Saved your life?" – he asked while making one step closer to her.

„I'm perfectly able to kill a vampire" – she shouted at him. She could feel the rage boiling inside of her. She didn't want to be anyone's damsel in distress. She didn't want to depend on anybody to save her life. She wanted to be independent and strong, and she wanted to fight for her life. She didn't want anyone to fight her fights for her. She simply wanted to kill that vampire to prove to herself that she's better than all those delusional people in the town who still believe animals are causing those deaths. She wanted to kill that vampire so she can prove to herself that she can defend herself, and that if it's needed, she can defend the people she loves. People who can't defend themselves. She didn't wanted to be saved, she wanted to be a savior.

„Of course you are" – a smile appeared in the corner of his lips as he made one more step closer to her.

Elena mad an angry face, put the stake back in her bag that was hanging on her shoulder, and turned around to walk away. Elena had a temper, in some situations, a really bad temper. When she was mad, she had a tendency to say a lot of thing she doesn't really mean. She inherited that from her father.

„You know, you're really cute when you pout" – Stefan stood in front of her and blocked her path so she can't walk away.

„What do you want, Stefan?" – she said irritated, raising her voice on the mention of his name.

„I think we both know an answer to that question" – Stefan checked her out from head to toe. Elena wasn't his type of a girl. Stefan wasn't even sure he has a type. Unlike his brother, he wasn't interested in women that much. When he felt the need, there was always some girl that was willing to sleep with him. But unlike Damon, he liked to make it a one time thing. He didn't want to sleep with her in the bed when they were done, he didn't want to cuddle or to tell her how beautiful she looks, and he didn't want to wake up next morning to try to explain to her why she has bite marks on her wrist. He didn't want to get attached to anyone. With Elena, it was different. He didn't want to have her, or to take her, he wanted her to want him. He didn't want to kiss her, he wanted her to kiss him. He wanted to play with her, but he didn't want to beg. He wanted her to beg, he wanted her to ask him to take her and never give her back. Whenever he saw her he wanted to grab her and take her to the bed, but for the first time in his life, he wanted her to enjoy being with him. What he felt wasn't a need, it wasn't his body driving him mad. He wanted her, and that confused him a little.

She could feel her rage reaching the maximum. If he said another word like that, she would explode. She rolled her eyes. „Why are you still here?"

„Maybe I like you" – he answered while biting his lips.

Like her? Was he making fun of her? She was nothing special. She was an 18 year old girl in a small town, and he was a vampire, someone who can have any woman he wants. She doubted he would want her. She wasn't desirable. Sure, she was pretty and she was sexy, people told her that before, but she never acted like someone who can seduce any man. She wasn't someone boys wanted, she was someone they settled for. He was making fun of her, and that drove her mad. Her palms were sweating, and she could feel the wave of words coming to her mouth.

„Like me?" – she raised her voice which made Stefan take one step back. „You're a vampire, in order to like me, you have to have feelings. And you're incapable of that, you're incapable of any sort of love or affection" – she kept yelling at him as she watched his eyes shrink. There was no more self satisfying smirk on his face, and now he was standing in the safe distance from her. She could feel her cheeks turning red, but not from embarrassment or blushing, but from anger.

He lowered his head down, and it took him about a minute to rise it back up. „You're completely right, Elena. I have no idea what love is" – he shrugged his shoulders. In that moment, she regretted every single word that come out from her mouth. He didn't look hurt, or he was trying not to look hurt. But there was a change in his face expression. He was more serious, and for a while, he looked like he was uncomfortable. „Goodnight" – he said silently, turned around and soon enough, he was nowhere to be seen.

She felt awful. Not because she had hurt him, but because she had allowed him to play her like that. Because she allowed herself to be weak and to show him that he pulled her strings. She hated him for that, for his ability to pull her strings like that. He could drive her mad in a second. And the worst of all, she liked it. She liked the way he made her feel. Even when those feelings were negative, her heart started racing when they flooded her body.

She wanted to take her words back, but she knew it's too late now. She sighed and started walking towards her home. She didn't feel like going to the library anymore. But she was not going to apologize to him. She was not going to apologize to a vampire, to someone she doesn't even know. Even if she wanted it, he proud wouldn't let her.

What do you think, is Bonnie ever going to feel for Damon? What is it about Elena that makes Stefan feel like that? Did she have a right to say those things to him?