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I never thought I'd be making an OC. It was just spur of the moment, I honestly don't like OC.

Bonnie awoke on the hard couch of the Salvatore boarding home. Grasping her head in sudden pain from the quick movement.

She looked around trying to familiarize her surroundings.

The fire place had been lit, and a bottle of Everclear lay next to her on the nightstand beside her.

Annoying.

For some reason, she found it all to be...aggravating. The bottle of Everclear floated suddenly, all contents moving with it, and slammed into the fire. Causing a minor combustion when the two elements met.

Bonnie silenced the fire with her powers, and opened her eyes fully for the first time since she woke. The candescent light from the flames had been too bright for her eyes.

It was dark inside the house, save the faint luminescence of moonlight that bathed the interior in hues of light blue.

She sat up searching for her phone. The time, she wanted the time. But it was of no use, the last place she had left it...was Damon's being. She had thrown it at him.

She chuckled quietly; served him right.

The witch walked over to the nearest window, having to remove the dense curtains that served to block out the sun.

The moon lit from the opposite direction of the manor. And the house was west of Bonnie's house, if she had done her calculations correctly, it should have been...a little past 4am.

A small growl resonated within the petite girl's body. Noticing, she quickly put a small hand to her mouth.

What was wrong with her? Why was she so...irritable?

She had to wake up for school in less than an hour.

She had to wake up for school in less than an hour.

She had to wake up for school in less than an hour.

Kicking open the door, Bonnie walked to where she would normally park her car. But she had forgotten she hadn't driven to the manor in the first place.
Damon didn't have access to anything past her front door, so he must've taken her to his home.

'How sweet' Bonnie frowned sarcastically.

Great, no she was stuck until one of the two idiots woke up.

She didn't pause to take back her unintentional insult to Stefan as well, the Witch was pissed as hell.

Bonnie stormed back over to the couch she woke up on, and sat. Waiting, waiting, waiting.

In her current disposition, 'waiting' was not a game she wanted to play. She was cranky, really cranky.

She thought about transporting herself home without the knowledge of the Grimore, but she'd probably mess it up because she wasn't strong enough. Although if she did manage to make it, she'd be completely vulnerable to Herbert's return. Even Bonnie's father wasn't home, that was her first line of defense. And he was never around, so there went nothing.

She stopped tapping her foot impatiently, and sunk into the couch. She felt useless. Bonnie was pretty sure with all the bullshit going on, her chances of getting past the mere age of 20 were severely slim.

A chuckle interrupted her moping.

"In the past.." Damon looked down to the watch that had never been on his wrist before, Jerk. Bonnie thought to herself. "34 minutes, you've gone through several 'Teenage angst' emotions."

The vampire clapped his hands and grinned, "You'd make an excellent Daytime Television Star!"

Bonnie said nothing, but continued to stare.

Damon walked over the fireplace, jutting a thumb in the direction of the shattered pieces of his favorite drink, "And how do you plan to repay me for this?"

He paced mockingly throughout the house in quick vampire steps.
All the while, Bonnie's tired eyes still trailed over his figure.

He stopped, in a whining voice he complained, "You aren't even old enough to enter a club, yet alone buy my alcohol."

Damon stopped in front of her, "Ever the poker face, huh?"

"Take me home."

"Hmm?" Damon asked, both knowing full well that he had heard.

Bonnie's head was turned to the suddenly interesting paintings on the wall. Turning back to him, she repeated:
"Take me home."

"Why?"

Bonnie sighed. Was he really going to try and play this game with her?

"Because.." Bonnie started, removing herself from the elongated couch to meet Damon's gaze.

"I have school in a less than two hours, and I'd like to be on time for my classes."

Damon was surprised. Shocked even, that she didn't try any sly, hurtful moves. But, he wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily.

"Well Bonnie, I think everybody would like to go places, like to do things, like to meet extraordinary people, but not all of us can. Beca-"

"Okay." Bonnie interrupted.
"I'll just wait here until then."

"Wait, I wasn't-"

"Listen, I'm certain you love the sound of your own voice, and that's fine and all." she started with her hazel-emerald eyes wide in mock understanding, "But not everyone else does. So, I've summarized what you were probably going to tell me, and I'm not going to argue with you."

Bonnie sat back down gingerly, "After several decades, you'd think you'd learn to be less predictable, but I guess no-"

Damon quickly cupped her jaw in his bony, cold fingers. "And I guess you'll never stop acting like you're honoring me by gracing me with your presence. I was going to take you to school, you know?"

"Oh really?" her eyes sparkling with false amusement, smacking his hand away from her face.

"Yeah, but you wouldn't stop your incessant blabbering, so I couldn't finish."

"Hmm, seems like we have the same problem here." Bonnie hissed, folding her arms against her chest and crossing her legs. "The blabbering I mean. That last one sounds like a personal problem." she bit out.

She smirked inwardly, she had one this one. For sure.

"Ha. That's weird, I'm pretty sure 'Grams' couldn't finish either." he bit back.

Bonnie remained still for a very short moment, before she got up in a flash and pounced on Damon.

They both knew he could have moved out of the way with his vampire ability.

They both knew he could flick her frail body with his pinky, and she would fly off him.

They both knew what he had said stung, no matter how hard Bonnie tried to deny it.

But they both knew she needed this. Needed it. Needed release.

She punched first at his defined chest. Pouring all of her hatred into him. She didn't hold back, he'd heal. He would survive, no matter what. But not Grams, she couldn't survive. She didn't survive. With that, she moved to his pretty little face.

She was about to give him the dirtiest punch she had ever dealt in her life, when his hand stopped hers. Pulling her down into his grip, he leaned in close. His breath tickled her lips. She was sure he was going to kiss her, so she pulled away, to no avail.

He brought her balled fist up still in his grip, and kissed it.

Lifting her off of him, he mumbled, "Get ready."

Bonnie stared ahead, watching his figure disappear up the steps.

"I'm taking you home." She heard Damon say from upstairs.

She really didn't want to be home, for obvious reasons, but she wouldn't let Damon know. So she stood up, straightened her outfit, and sat back on the couch she had woken up on.

A few minutes later, Bonnie heard the jingle of cars keys, as Damon glided down the stairs.

She walked to the door, paying him no mind as he walked beside her. He even went as far as to open her door before letting her literally climb into his car, which was about three times the petite witch's size.

The ride was silent, as expected. Aside from the supernatural, the two never had any reason to speak to each other.

Although Damon risked a quick glance at Bonnie. She had her hands in her lap, her legs were crossed, and she was looking straight ahead. The way she carried herself gave her the aura of royalty. And my, did she have a striking profile.

He risked a second glance, as he turned right onto another street. Giving him reason to look ahead at her face. Her eyes had the same emotion, if not worse, then when he last saw the crystal orbs.

There was nothing. And that's what interested him. He could sense the fear in her, he could sense the paranoia. Yet, she still managed to keep her poker face on. As if nothing was wrong, and she was indifferent to the things around her. She masked her fear and confusion with hatred for Damon, and fake smiles of "Haha, I'm fine"'s for her classmates.

"You are all types of fucked up." Damon finally spoke as they reached her house.

Bonnie seemed to ignore him as she did a quick 360 of the car to see if she had left anything.
Putting her hand on the car door handle, she smiled.

"I know, right?"

And she walked inside her home.

Stefan had arrived home early today; Elena had wanted to do something with Caroline. He didn't understand, and he didn't push it.

Damon was staring at the ceiling, laying on the couch Bonnie had been not too long ago.

"How was school, dear Stefan?" Damon asked with little interest for the answer, unless it involved the witch.

She had piped his curiosity this morning.

Stefan replied anyway, knowing his brother didn't really care. "It was alright, I guess." he set his school bag on the kitchen counter. "Bonnie seemed like she was in a good mood though. I think she won something. She declined an invitation with Elena and Caroline to get home tod-"

A pale hand rose from the couch, "Save it."

Damon had gotten all he needed to know. She was doing that thing again. Hiding her feelings. And this time, Damon didn't want to be target practice for her anger.

A knock was heard on Bonnie's door. Looking up from her textbooks, she tilted her head, wondering who it could be. Quickly, she sat up, pulling her shorts out of an uncomfortable crevice, and wrapping her locks in a messy bun.

She stopped even before she reached the door, she could already sense his presence.

"What do you want?" She asked from behind the door.

"Huh? What was that?"

Bonnie yelled louder, "What do you want?"

"Wait, What?" Damon asked.

"I said; Wha-" Bonnie paused. He could hear her perfectly. He was a Vampire for God's sake.

Without wasting any more time, she sighed walking back to her room, hearing Damon in the background calling out to her retreating form.

Damon was now at her window, tapping on the window pane in a less than pleasant fashion.
"Bonnie." he called.

Although Bonnie continued to ignore him. Until a couple minutes, lead to a couple hours. Who the hell would waste their time on a window sill for hours?

"I've got all the time in the world, Bon Bon~"

The witch sighed, "Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go." A gentle smile gracing her features. Somehow, even though it was Damon, she was glad someone was craving her attention.

Thank you for the 'alerts' and reviews! I had to stop here because I would not have another chance to upload this story because of too much work and school!

SPOILER (Don't read if you don't want to ruin the next chapter!):
To be honest, I originally planned to kill Herbert in this chapter, but I guess I'll have too in the next one, ahaha. :)