Bonnie was a stubborn person and her father never failed to remind her that every chance he got. She could admit that sometimes she did not want to admit that she was wrong. But once she got back home and thought about what Damon said, it made her realize how wrong she really was. It probably sucked to wake up one day and everyone is telling who you are. She did not know how that felt for Damon, but she felt bad for getting angry with him when she knew she was truly mad at herself.

Bonnie did not strive for perfection like her best friend Caroline but she also was not accepting of when bad things happened on her part. It just hurt her to see Elena hurt. And if she was being honest with herself it was weird to have Damon showing interest in her. He never did before so she did not know why he was doing it now. At first, she thought that he was doing it to be his witty self. Damon did not admit it but he was an entertainer. He liked to entertain those around him with what he thought was humor. When he told her that he wanted her, it was something else. It sounded like he meant it and Bonnie didn't know what to think of that, so she tried often not too.

But Bonnie knew one thing: Her and Damon were not an option.

She decided to head to the Grill. She knew from talking to Elena that it was Damon's usual spot, for the alcohol alone. She was hoping she could find him there since when she spoke to Stefan he said that he was not home and he lost him. Bonnie didn't want to imagine what Damon was doing. This Damon was different. He was Damon when he first got to Mystic Falls, not the Damon who put away his homicidal tendencies for the sake of Elena's love.

Bonnie stood outside of the Grill and tried to calm her nerves. She hoped he was in there and would accept her apologies. Apologies weren't her thing, especially when it came down to someone she really didn't like. Pushing her thoughts to the side, Bonnie grabbed the door handle but paused. She heard something. It sounded like a scream. Bonnie looked around at her surroundings. Taking a deep breath, she slowly crept over to the side of the building. She tried to be as quiet as possible as she edged over to the corner.

Peaking over, she gasped.

It was Damon biting a human. Bonnie felt anger creep under her skin.

"Damon!" She yelled as she came out of the corner. Damon pulled his head back, eyes cold as he turned to stare at her. They squinted at her before softening. Bonnie frowned at the sight in front of her. Damon had blood smeared on his lips and trickling down the corners of his mouth. When his smiled, two teeth pointing out, glimmering with blood, she wanted to break his neck. This is what she was afraid of. Old Damon.

The woman looked over at Bonnie with fear in her eyes and tried to sneak out of the grip that Damon had on her. She whimpered when she felt him grip her shoulder hard. Tears welled in the woman's eyes.

"Let her go, Damon. Don't make me hurt you." Bonnie said. She braced herself, prepared to use her magic to take Damon out. She hadn't used her favorite spell in a while.

Damon grinned. He looked over at the woman who was staring at her with pleading eyes.

"You hear my friend over there. She wants me to let you go. Now why would I do that when you taste so good." Damon said and pulled his head back ready to attack again.

She casted an aneurysm.

Damon stopped before he could sink his teeth down as his head vibrated in my pain. He pulled away from the woman falling to his knees. He could not understand why his head felt like it wanted to explode but he knew it had to do with Bonnie. He hated witches. He gasped out when he felt it stop. Heaving, he sucked in all the oxygen he could. Blinking repeatedly, he stood up again and glared at Bonnie. She now stood next to the woman holding her. The woman cradled her own neck tearfully.

Damon wanted to rip the witch's head off. Hot or not.

"It's going to be okay." Bonnie murmured to the woman who was getting weaker from the way she leaned heavily on Bonnie. That did not stop Bonnie from glaring back at Damon.

"Heal her," Bonnie demanded.

"Now, why would I do that, witch?" Damon asked as he flashed in front of Bonnie and the woman. Bonnie did not flinch but the woman let out a small cry.

"If you don't heal her now I will do something way worse to you than that." Bonnie threatened.

"Is that a threat?" Damon asked eyes glowing in the midnight glow. Bonnie tried to compose herself. She cursed Stefan for losing Damon so easily and Elena for not watching him. This was not supposed to be her job. They should have known better. This woman was bleeding out fast and she didn't know how long she had.

So, she set Damon's sleeve on fire. Damon looked at the fire on his jacket and his eyes widened. He quickly tried to put the flame out as he felt the heat on his body. When he realized it would not go away, he glared over at Bonnie.

"Stop it."

"What was that?"

"Stop it and I'll heal her, dammit" Damon growled out. Bonnie quickly put the flame out and Damon bared his teeth. She knew that he wanted to kill her but the feeling was mutual. She hadn't felt this way about Damon in a long time. She always knew he was dangerous but she let her guard down when he started dating Elena.

Damon stomped over, his eyes staring the woman down who looked she was on the verge of passing out with her eyelids dropping. Bonnie rubbed her shoulder and Damon bit his wrist and then brought it over to the woman. The sight of it made the woman's eyes pop open and she looked repulsed by the bloody wrist that was coming near her mouth.

"No, stop-" She begged but Damon shoved his wrist into her mouth. The woman's eyes flinched shut before she involuntarily started to drink the blood. Bonnie watched as the woman pulled her arm away from her neck and it was healed.

"Now, compel her" Bonnie said as Damon snatched his wrist away from the woman. Bonnie snatched her plaid shirt that was tied on her waist and wiped the woman's body of blood. No one could find out this happened. Damon looked like he wanted to argue but he compelled her anyway.

"You fell. Now go get in your car, go straight back home and don't remember any of this" Damon finished with a snap.

The woman stood straight, eyes numbly open, and turned walking out the way of the alley. Bonnie cursed as she looked at her favorite plaid t-shirt destroyed. She would have to burn it. She jumped and nearly screamed. Her eyes went wide with the feel of Damon's hand wrapped around her neck. She was pushed against the wall and could feel his entire body on hers. Pale blue eyes glared into hers.

"Get. Off. Of. Me." Bonnie sputtered out. It was hard to talk with pressure on her throat. Damon held her tighter and Bonnie eyes glazed.

"Damon, please let me go" She begged. She wanted to give Damon a chance. She wanted to believe in Damon. Believe in the guy who would do anything for his loved ones. She wanted to believe that Damon had an inkling of kindness and humanity. If not, he would force her hand.

She coughed and got prepared to use her spell. If Damon gripped her neck any tighter, he would kill her. But suddenly his hands were no longer choking her and slowly losing its grip.

The grip had turned into a cradle, thumb stroking the side of her neck. Damon's blue eyes were no longer angry but filled with regret.

Bonnie coughed and Damon pulled back. She tried to breathe as much as possible and could feel the heat on her skin. Spit flew out of her and she sighed. She massaged her neck and glared over at Damon who stood next to the wall staring at her. His eyes were curious, waiting, waiting for her to do, or say something.

"You asshole" Bonnie said. Damon did not respond but continued to stare at her.

"How could you do that to that poor woman?" She asked shaking her head.

"I'm a vampire. It's in my nature." He offered with a shrug. The remorse that was once in his eyes were gone. Bonnie bit down on her lip. She was pissed.

"I'll call Stefan to come get you." Bonnie told him and turned around leaving.

"I can't believe I was going to apologize to that asshole." She muttered to herself as she opened her car door but it slammed back close. Bonnie looked over her shoulder and saw Damon standing there.

"Apologize for what?" He asked as he looked pointedly away from her. It did not stop Bonnie from glaring at him. She folded her arms across her chest.

"Does it matter now? I take it back anyway" She said. Damon looked down at her searching into her eyes before he sighed.

"Dammit! What were you going to apologize for Bonnie?" He asked again. Bonnie stared at him curiously, her anger slowly thinning. Did he really care?

"If I tell you, will you not feed on another innocent person again?"

"Innocent, that girl practically through herself at me!" Damon exclaimed. Bonnie pursed her lips.

"She probably wanted to have sex with you. Not get mauled" Bonnie shouted back.

"Whatever, I'm a vampire. Vampires feed on humans or have you not seen Twilight yet? I thought it was the rage these days… Or has that passed… in my missing memories?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"Damon,"

"What?"

"Are you going to promise me or not?"

"Do I get to feed on you?"

Bonnie glared harder even though the prospect didn't scare her as much as it once did. Not when Caroline had admitted to her that it did feel good after the first initial wave of pain. She must have taken too long to answer because when she looked at Damon, a grin was now present on his face.

Bonnie glared more.

"I'll take that as a yes from you, and in turn I'll give a yes for your answer too. Do we have a deal?" He raised his hand to shake mockingly but Bonnie could tell that he was serious.

"I'm not going to let you bite me but… I wanted to apologize…" She tried to speak the words as they got caught in her throat.

"I wanted to apologize for being upset with you earlier- or since you got back. You don't remember and I shouldn't have expectations of you when you don't remember who you were before you died a week ago-" Bonnie shook her head at how ridiculous she sounded. "Whatever, what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry, Damon. Sorry for forcing things on you." She sighed and let her shoulders relax. She felt better now that she got that off her chest and hopefully Damon kept his half of the deal and did not feed on anymore humans. She could not handle the psychotic version of Damon she first met all over again. She would have him chained in a dungeon before she re-lived that again.

Bonnie looked at the ground waiting for Damon to say something. Looking at her shoes now, she wondered why Damon still had not spoken and glanced back up. She jerked back when she looked directly into his eyes. He had gotten closer to her and she did not notice because she too was busy looking at her blue shoes.

Bonnie was trapped between her car and Damon. She looked away from his gaze and turned right. The feel of his breath blowing softly on her cheek sent a chill through her. He was incredibly close now and Bonnie wanted to melt away. She could feel Damon's gaze flickering on her body and she cursed herself for wearing the low-cut tank top that revealed a little of her cleavage. Not too much that her Dad would glare at her as she walked out the door but just enough for second glance or two when men walked pass.

A gasp escaped her at the feel of his cool lips on her check. Soft and gentle, they pressed against her skin and she could feel the flower bloom in her stomach. He dragged his lips across her cheek over to her ear.

"Thank you, Bonnie" He whispered and his words shot through her and zapped right into her inner thigh. He kissed her ear and then dragged back to her cheek, another press of lips, before they made their way to the corner of her mouth. Her eye lids fluttered. The feel of his hands grabbing her chin startled her and suddenly she was no longer looking into the distance but into an ocean of eerie blue water. The type that you saw only in the clearest blue ocean. His eyes were gorgeous.

"Bonnie," He whispered and then swooped down to kiss her. It was gentle at first and slowly became more demanding and needy. Bonnie did not know what to do. She refused to wrap her hands around him, something that was so natural for her to do when she kissed someone. It made her feel closer to them and more connected. But she was not supposed to be connected to Damon because he was not hers to belong to. She settled for the front flaps of his leather jacket.

Not too personal, not too connected.

As soon as she did, his arms fell away from her car and wrapped around her. He crushed her in his arms, smashing her into him, breathing in each other, and drowning their self in a kiss without pause.

The kiss was incredible. A kiss she never felt before. A kiss that did not belong to her but to her best friend. Bonnie felt sick. She slowly let the flaps of his leather jacket fall away from her hands, after one more caress of her lips against his surprisingly soft ones, she pushed him away.

Damon stood arms extended looking down as though he was wondering why she was no longer there. She glanced away refusing to look at him. Refusing to look at the mistake she made. Elena could never find out or this would be the end of their friendship. She could not lose another person in her life and refused too.

Plus, even if Bonnie did not want to admit it to herself, because it sounded so dirty and cruel, the word advantage kept appearing in her thoughts. Was she taking advantage of Damon who did not have the memories of his love for Elena? If he had his memories right now he would not be here with her but with Elena, probably giving her the same kiss, no- it would probably be something better. He didn't even love Bonnie; she could only imagine what his kiss was like when he was in love.

"Bonnie," Damon started but she shook her head stopping his words. She looked over to him. He now stood with his arms at his side.

He looked unsure of himself, and this was a first for Bonnie but then a lot of these things were new to her. Damon flirting with her, whispering to her, looking solely at her, kissing her. These were firsts that she would never forget. Secret moments that she would keep in the back of her mind for the years later after she got older to think about on a random Sunday.

When Bonnie Bennett got the guy. That's how she would think of it. She let out a smile.

"So, is that a good sign, Bon-Bon?" He asked with a grin. Bonnie smiled more.

"No, it's not" She shot down and laughed at Damon's eye roll. The corners of his mouth tugged gently and Bonnie's eyes watched in awe. It was first for everything. A first smile.

She sobered immediately. Bonnie had to stop this before it could get anywhere. She would not lose Elena. She had already lost enough.

"Please don't tell, Elena" She begged. Damon frowned and she shook her head. "No, I'm serious. Please, this will break her. She's waited for you to come back so long. If she knew that you and me… Just don't"

She watched Damon's eyes shift around. He looked angry, ready to hit something. She was scared it would be her. Well, that's what she thought until he looked back over at her with a mischievous gaze in his eyes. Bonnie paused.

"Wait, am I missing something?" She asked from the twinkle in his eye.

"I won't tell her if you let me put it on you again, Sabrina." He said with a grin. Bonnie rolled her eyes at his cheesiness and could not stop the smile stretching upon her face.

"No," She said firmly hands falling to her hips. She realized now that she would have to set the standard for self-control for Damon to do it.

"Well, I guess I'll call Elena and tell her about that hot- and must I add epic kiss I had with her hottie best friend" Damon pulled his from phone out.

"I wondered what I have her listed under as- Boo, Katherine Lookalike, my brother's girl" Damon said as he scrolled through his phone. Bonnie's heart skipped. She ran over and tried to snatch the phone but he held it up high. She was much shorted than Damon, only standing at 5'2, compared to him towering over her at 5'9. Bonnie hated being short. She tried to stand up on the tip of her toes but she could suddenly feel herself fall back. Damon's arm wrapped around her waist pulling her close to him. He grinned.

"I need that kiss before I call your bestie" He said as he shook the phone in his head. Bonnie cursed as she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. Okay, I'll do it but this will be the last time." She would not admit that she probably wanted this kiss more than he did. She didn't know what was possessing her to want Damon. She could not stand him before and never could understand why Elena would choose him over Stefan.

But now she understood. Somewhat. At least on the physical part.

It felt good to be wanted by Damon Salvatore.

She leaned up to kiss him and paused.

"Is that your hand on my ass?" She asked and he squeezed it in response. Bonnie squealed and glared at him. Damon shrugged.

"Did I ever tell you that I'm an ass man?"

Before Bonnie could reply, he kissed her again, stopping her words, thoughts, and heart.