A/N: Hello, loves! So it's been a while since I last updated, but don't fret- I didn't abandon this story, I've just had TERRIBLE writers block as far as Elijah goes :( But alas, I am back, and I hope the wait was worth it! This chapter was fun to write, so I hope you all enjoy! Also, yes, I have finally chosen/planned what/who will be endgame, lol. You'll have to keep reading to find out ;) Don't know how many chapters I'm planning, but it will sorta be canon, depending on how I feel haha. Enjoy!

Control

"Take control of the atmosphere, take me far away from here,

There is no better loss than to lose myself with you,

Such a beautiful surrender"

-Mute Math

"I cannot believe you're actually doing this," Caroline said with a smirk, as she gazed at the reflection of her best friend in the mirror, while she looped the curling iron over her long brown waves.

Bonnie sighed anxiously, but shook her head calmly.

"It's just... two people, going out, in each other's company," she began, only to be cut off.

"A date," Caroline winked, and Bonnie scoffed. "Bon, it's okay-I get it. Elijah is... super hot, and mature, and such a gentlemen. Even if he is related to the rest of those bastards," she mumbled, and Bonnie bit her lip, as she gazed at her own green eyes. "And I think he really likes you."

"Are you kidding?" she nearly shrieked. "No, Elijah doesn't 'like' me. It's impossible."

Caroline suddenly stopped curling, and her big blue eyes widened, as she placed a hand on a hip. The way she was looking at Bonnie let her know she was in for a lecture; whether she wanted one, or not.

"Is this about Elena?" she asked with furrowed brows. "Because just so you know, I went through the same thing with Matt, and he actually liked me. Guys can look past her, you know."

"It's not about Elena. I haven't even spoken to her about this," Bonnie shook her head, and Caroline cocked her own. "I-I just... I don't want to fall too hard for something that isn't real. He's our enemy, Caroline. He's the reason Damon killed my mom-"

"Oh, no. No, no, no," Caroline interrupted again with a flash of the hands as Bonnie finally turned to face her. "Damon is the reason Damon killed your mom. Elijah gave him a choice, Bonnie. He chose Elena, as usual-"

"But he wouldn't have had to make that choice if Elijah didn't force him," Bonnie replied, and Caroline's face scrunched. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, as she picked up her brand new tube of mascara that lengthened her lashes dramatically.

"Did something happen? Like, a talk I missed? Because suddenly, you're Team Damon, and I don't really know where the civility is coming from."

Bonnie inhaled a deep breath, and reclosed the tube.

She hadn't quite told Caroline about the night Damon stopped by Abby's to talk. Or about last night, when they took back shots of tequila for hours, ultimately ending in a quasi-sleepover, and a "Dear John, I suck," letter she'd written him.

Come to think of it, nobody knew she and Damon were on speaking terms, again, aside from Stefan. She'd been hoping she could keep it that way, until the blonde's eyes pierced through her soul.

"He apologized," Bonnie said simply, and Caroline's eyes widened in shock. "He actually apologized."

Caroline let out a long whistle as she picked up Bonnie's red MAC lipstick, and twisted it carefully.

"Damon shows remorse? Now I've seen it all."

Bonnie didn't respond, but her heart raced as she replayed the apology, and then the night over and over in her head. His sincerity, his honesty- it was something she'd been needing and she was grateful that, in all his snarky glory, he could finally give it to her.

He finally trusted her enough to be honest.

Caroline noticed the glimmer of something in Bonnie's eyes, as she carefully applied the color to her best friend's lips, and she cleared her throat slowly, before she spoke.

"Are you thinking about him?" Caroline asked bluntly, and Bonnie's mint green eyes expanded. "Are you scared to call this a date because you're worried what Damon might think?"

Bonnie gulped, but she shook her head viciously as she scoffed.

"You're kidding, right, Caroline?"

Caroline shrugged with a grin, and pursed her lips together, as she opened the blush.

"I mean, it makes sense, Bon. Elijah is... the tall, dark, mysterious one, with good intentions just... on the completely unacceptable side of the fence. While Damon is just plain ol' unacceptable, but... you always know what you're getting, with him. He's an open book."

Bonnie felt her face grow hot, as she shrugged her shoulders.

"So, what?"

"So..." Caroline began, as she took a moment to gaze at her friend, and offer her a supportive look. "You've already kissed Elijah, and it was sparks, great, amazing. But... have you ever thought about kissing Damon?"

Bonnie's heart stopped as she stared at the insanity in Caroline's eyes. "I mean... you two must have a connection if he actually apologized to you, you accepted, and you're all bent out of shape about this Elijah anti-date, because you're afraid of what he'll say," Caroline lectured, and Bonnie let out an incredulous laugh.

"It is not that deep-"

"Allow me to borrow a line from Elijah, but... I can hear your heart and it speeds up every time I mention Damon; the same amount as it does when we talk about Elijah. I must say, this is very 'Elena' of you," Caroline joked, and Bonnie groaned.

She didn't want this; being caught between "feelings," or whatever she was experiencing, for two guys. Hell, she didn't even want to bothered with one guy. But she was; and though her typical Bonnie nature told her this was the most annoying thing in the world, another part of her felt differently.

If she were being honest, this kind of made her feel important, outside of her magic.

She'd been doing nothing but spells lately, and honestly, she was quite sick of it. Doing something that had no relation to her powers intrigues her; it reminded her that she was more than just the "witchy friend," or the "one-stop-magic-fix-it."

She was Bonnie Bennett; she meant something.

"Would Elena also wear heels this high?" Bonnie asked, finally, and Caroline let out a short laugh as she shrugged in her friend's direction.

"Maybe," Caroline said, contemplatively. "But between you and me... you'd own 'em better."

Bonnie glanced once more at the heels that Elijah purchased for her, and she couldn't help but smirk a little bit.

If all else failed, at least she'd own the shoes.

"Ah, my brother, Elijah. Getting ready for your business meeting with the witch?" Klaus asked, as he strolled into the large room, and sat down on the brown leather couch at the center of it.

Elijah continued to adjust his gray tie in the mirror, never bothering to glance back at his sibling, who was obviously fishing for information, or contrarily, digging it up.

Klaus noticed the silence on Elijah's end, but that didn't mean he was giving up; it meant he was thinking of his next question.

"I must applaud you, Elijah," Klaus said, as he kicked his feet up on the miniature table before him. "You've admirably gotten the witch wrapped around your finger. Now do tell me, what do you plan to do with such an allie? There is that thing about the white oak that we must find and destroy to preserve our existence-" Klaus began, only to be grabbed by the neck by Elijah, and slammed down on the ground.

Elijah huffed angrily as he tightened his grip around his brother's neck, and Klaus only smirked at the sound of his bones cracking beneath his skin.

"Show me your teeth, brother," Klaus strained in a tight whisper, as his eyes peered into Elijah's.

Elijah breathed evenly as he remained silent; making sure to compose himself before he was sent over the edge.

He always composed himself.

"I've already told you, Niklaus... my interest in Ms. Bennett has nothing to do with our plight," the vampire said firmly, as Klaus watched in amusement. "I truly wish to know her."

"Maybe so," Klaus said, as he looked up into dark brown eyes. "But while you're busy falling in love, and letting your human emotions overtake you, I am seeking a way to keep us all alive, Elijah. Remember Tatia, afterall? Love fails to conquer all. If I need your witch to do a few...tasks, for me, I expect you will understand?" Klaus asked.

"No," Elijah replied, with authority. "Find another way."

He roughly tore his hand away from Klaus' neck, and rose to his feet gracefully; adjusting his charcoal suit jacket as though nothing happened.

Klaus coughed to clear his throat as he sat up, and he continued to gaze at his older brother, while he strolled around the room nonchalantly, making his final preparations before it was time to go.

"It is silly of you, Niklaus, to believe that love, and human emotions are a bad thing," Elijah noted, as he retrieved his black leather band Roger Dubuis watch, and adjusted it around his wrist. "For being in love has never been our greatest weakness; our betrayal to one another has."

Klaus rolled his eyes as he ran a hand through his honey flavored hair, and he ran his tongue over his teeth.

"And I suppose you blame that on me."

"I blame it on all of us," Elijah replied, and Klaus' face turned to stone. "I understand your desire to save this family, Niklaus, by eliminating our last and final threat, but... do not betray me, in doing so."

Klaus remained silent for a moment, before he finally spoke, again.

"You've fallen for her," Klaus gathered, and for the first time, Elijah let a curt smile form to his lips, before striding towards the door, with his car keys in hand.

"Perhaps I have," he answered, garnering a softening of the eyes from his younger brother. "And I intend to make sure she knows it."

Bonnie paced her living room nervously as she awaited the sound of a knock on her door that would symbolize that her night was just about to start.

She tugged at the dress that hugged her hips perfectly, and sighed at the shoes that propelled her height greatly; she was going to do this. She was really going to do this.

With a few more words of encouragement from Caroline, herself, she finally felt ready; or as ready as she'd ever be, anyway, to face this.

"It's just a date," she said, beneath her breath, as her fingers toyed with the gorgeous necklace that sat around her neck. "It's... not even a date," she corrected.

Except, it was a date. Totally and completely a date.

She breathed in a long sigh, and as if on cue, her cell phone began ringing, loudly, across the room.

Bonnie furrowed her brows when she walked over, and glanced at the name on the display.

Damon.

She cleared her throat, and tried to shake her voice of all nervousness before she answered; the last person that she wanted to know that she was going out with Elijah was Damon.

Don't ask her why.

"Hey," she answered calmly, as she pressed the phone to her ear, and clutched onto it tightly. "What do you need?"

"Oh, hi, Judgy," Damon replied in a slick tone. "Didn't know I had to need something to give you a ring. Gimme a sec while I think of an excuse to be bothering you," he said, and she could tell he was smirking.

"I'm serious, Damon," she replied. "Now's... not a great time. I'm just about out the door," Bonnie revealed, and Damon let out a long whistle.

"Well, excuse me, Bennett. I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just wondering if you wanted to play pretend like we were friends, or something, and catch a drink. Stefan's being boring, and Alaric is still crazy. But... you sound occupied," Damon concluded, and she shook her head.

"Yeah... sorry," Bonnie apologized. "I'm guessing you don't want Elena to take you up on this offer?" she joked, and Damon scoffed at the suggestion.

"Don't insult me, Witchy."

Bonnie pursed her lips together to hide a grin that was already forming.

Damon Salvatore was calling her, of all people, to go drinking. What had the world come to?

Even worse, why was she so happy about that?

"Take a shot of Jameson for me," she said, after a moment of silence between the two. "And don't bitch out; finish the entire thing."

Damon snorted at that.

"One night of drinking together, and you already think you can tell me what to do. You are never in rare form. Enjoy your... whatever you're up to, tonight, Bennett."

"Thanks, Damon. Goodnight," she said, as she hung up the phone, and let out a long breath that she seemed to be holding that entire conversation.

She turned around towards the door, and she let out a mini-shriek when she bumped into a rock hard body, as it stood before her strongly, without even a sense of wavering.

Bonnie's eyes met his, and she nearly melted when he finally spoke.

"You seemed a bit busy, so... I decided to let myself in," Elijah said, and she cleared her throat as he stared even deeper into her forest green eyes. "I hope I did not offend you."

"No, that's... fine," Bonnie said, suddenly noticing the beautiful bouquet white orchids in his hands. "You brought me orchids?" she asked, with a certain lightness to her voice, and Elijah smiled gently.

"They are your favorite, aren't they?" he questioned, as he handed them to her, and Bonnie nodded.

"How did you know?"

Elijah stuffed his hands into his pockets, as he followed her towards the kitchen, where she filled up a vase with water, and placed the gift inside of it, with ease. When she finally looked back at him, he was still wearing a comfortable smile, before he answered her question.

"I... took the time to do a little studying about you, Bonnie."

Bonnie cocked her head silently, and placed a hand on her hip suspiciously.

"Did you Google me?" she asked, with a defiant stare, only to be met with a blank expression from Elijah.

"I'm... sorry, but I don't know what that is," he countered, and Bonnie's mouth opened in confusion. "What is this... 'Google' thing you speak of?"

"Well," she began, as they started walking towards the living room. "It's this website that people use... a really popular one. You plug in a name or a term, or anything, in the search bar, and it'll tell you everything you need to know about whatever that one thing is," she explained, and Elijah nodded in understanding.

"So, if I used this 'Google' thing, and inquired about the best way to sweep you off of your feet... it'd tell me how?" he suddenly asked, and Bonnie couldn't help but raise her brows at that.

Hie expression remained serious, though, and she cleared her throat.

"Yeah, I guess you could find that."

"Hm," Elijah said slowly, as his eyes penetrated hers deeply. "I suppose I do things the old-fashioned way, then," he added and Bonnie bit back a smile. "Google didn't have anything on you, besides that time you won an award of some sorts for your participation on the cheerleading team," Elijah suddenly said, and her eyes widened.

"Wait, but you said-"

"I was kidding," Elijah smiled. "I know how to Google. Do you forget that I was alive when they invented the first computer? It was the size of a refrigerator, horrid thing."

Bonnie laughed at that, and his brown eyes lit up when they finally raked over her body, donned in the dress he got for her.

The glance between them was subtle, but definitely noticeable, as his eyes wandered up from the phenomenal pumps that matched her eyes, over her legs, past her chest, and straight to her face, as her long brown waves sat squarely on her shoulders, against the black mini dress.

Just the right amount of skin; just perfect.

Her eyes, highlighted with a bronze eyeshadow, and pointed black liner, were the most intriguing. The most indulgent, though, were her lips. In that smooth red lipstick, she looked radiant; much more mature, and undoubtedly stunning.

It had been a long time since the appearance of one person floored him, but alas, she did; Bonnie Bennett floored him.

He respectfully grabbed her shawl, and helped snake it over her caramel shoulders, taking in the delicious scent of her lily perfume, mixed with the overwhelming presence of her blood.

He felt a bit dizzy.

"There aren't enough words in the English dictionary to decide just how beautiful you look tonight," Elijah finally said, and Bonnie turned to face him.

He stood mere inches away from her, making her heartbeat speed up again, just at the glance at his face.

"Surely, you can 'Google' one," she said softly, and Elijah's lips curled into a smile before hers did as well, as they finally headed towards the door.

"Well played," Elijah replied.

When they made it out to Elijah's car, Bonnie had to fight the feelings of excitement and nausea that swept over her when he opened her door, in typical Elijah fashion, and proceeded to be a bigger gentleman in five minutes than she had ever experienced, all her life.

Watching the road cruise by her in his black Pagani Zonda made her feel like royalty, though it was probably a sight for the ages, for the patrons of Mystic Falls.

In a town where Fords and Chevys were the norm, an Italian sportscar definitely stood out among the rest, while they sat at a stoplight, waiting for their chance to go.

Bonnie glanced over at Elijah, and he seemed deep in thought as he focused ahead on the road before them.

"So, is your entire family just loaded, beyond belief?" she asked, as her hand smoothed over the leather seat. "Your watch, your car, my dress, this necklace... you've spent a ridiculous amount on this night already, and you haven't even told me where we're going."

Elijah finally turned to face her, and Bonnie's eyes didn't waver; she was curious, damn't.

"It isn't all about the money, Bonnie," he started, as he turned back towards the road. "I've been blessed to be able to lead this sort of life with many luxuries, and beautiful things. The thing I enjoy more than being able to have anything at the drop of a hat, though, is someone to share it with."

Bonnie felt her face grow hot when he glanced at her, and she immediately turned away.

And by "someone," did he mean her?

"But to answer your question about where we're going," Elijah began, as he increased the speed of the car considerably, and Bonnie watched on in amazement as it neared 100 mph, in seconds flat. "I'm a fan of the water, I always have been, and I figured you would be interested in having dinner on a private yacht."

Bonnie's eyes widened, and she let out a laugh in disbelief.

"Closest we are to the water is Virginia Beach," she noted, and when the car suddenly came to a complete and smooth stop, her gaze widened even more when she looked out her window, and saw a giant jet before her.

Elijah was at her door, in no time flat, to escort her out, and her confusion grew when she glanced between him and the machine that hummed before them; pilot at the door, and all, just like some fucking movie.

"I... figured you've been to Virginia Beach," he eased, as he took her hand into his, and sudden sparks flew between them, while she gazed curiously into his eyes. "But have you ever seen New York?"

Bonnie's breath got caught in her throat, but she hid it well, as she stared back at him.

"You want to take me to New York? Whatever happened to just, like, dinner and a movie?" she questioned, and Elijah laughed softly.

"We've already done the movie part, when you made me watch Titanic... I figured I could do you one better by making you experience beauty on your own. Will you indulge me in that, Bonnie?"

Bonnie let out a short scoff as she glanced at his extended hand, and then, up at the private jet that would whisk them away to the yacht in a city she'd never seen before, but also pledged to visit, if she ever had the chance.

She was a small-town girl, from a very supernatural, but otherwise invisible place, in Virginia, and she just knew anyone who wasn't particularly insane would jump at the chance to see, what everyone called, the most famous place in the world.

Caroline's voice was practically screaming "You only live once!" in her goddamn ear, and she was sure even Elena would never pass up an opportunity like this one.

So, what the hell? Why not allow him to take her away from here, and her life, even if it were just for the night?

Why not own it?

Without another word, Bonnie placed her hand in his own, and Elijah grinned at the affirmation, as he walked her over towards the steps to the plane.

Tonight, she was going to indulge.

Damon took back another shot of Jameson, as per his promise to the Bennett Witch, and flinched as it went all the down, and then some.

He slid his empty glass across the counter at the Grill, as he awaited his refill, when suddenly, he felt the presence of someone sitting beside him; glancing at him in a steady manner.

He didn't turn to face them, for he already knew who it was; the blonde she-devil, herself.

"Sexy Bex," he whispered, as he took back a sip of Bourbon. "I thought you'd never make it."

Rebekah rolled her eyes, and helped herself to the glass that was in his hand, taking in a long drink, and polishing it off before she glanced at him with steady blue eyes.

"Yeah, well, I was bored," she said tiredly, garnering a smirk from Damon. "It has nothing to do with that treacherous night after the ball, if that's what you're thinking," she informed, and he held up his hands in defense.

"You said it, not me, sister," Damon pointed out, as he signaled for two more shots. "Your brother's not entertaining you enough, at home?" he asked curiously, and Rebekah sighed at that one.

"Well, let's see; Klaus is too busy drawing pictures of that wretched blonde bitch named Caroline Forbes; moping, because she hasn't given him the time of day, yet. Kol, that bratty little thing, is infinitely fickle, and ah, my dear Elijah- he's on a date, I hear," Rebekah informed, and Damon's brow rose, as he let out a laugh.

"A date? Oh, do tell," he inquired, and Rebekah shook her head in annoyance.

"Yeah, with none other than that girl who's Elena's best friend; the witch one," Rebekah said, and Damon's eyes widened. "Bonnie, is it?"

Damon felt his hands grow cold; Bonnie?

"That... is impossible," he said slowly. "Bonnie wouldn't date a vampire. Much less, your brother. No matter how elegantly he folds his napkins," Damon spat, and Rebekah let out a short laugh before she downed her shot, and tapped the bar for another.

"He's quite the charmer when he wants to be," Rebekah informed, which only made Damon's face grow even paler. "I just say thank God it isn't that little Gilbert wench. I know he harbors a soft spot for her... I have no problems with your witch, just as long as she stays away from my wicked, hate-mongering mother."

Damon remained silent, still taking in the news, as he tapped his fingers against the glass before him.

Elijah and Bonnie?

He just couldn't wrap his mind around it, to be honest, and seriously? He didn't want to. He knew that he'd spoken to Bonnie about this guy, but she made it seem like nothing.

And now, she was out on a date with him?

She'd turned down his invitation out, because of Elijah? His blood was boiling.

"What are you thinking?" Rebekah asked, and Damon turned to face her, as her giant eyes gazed at him curiously. "Something's on your mind," she gathered.

Damon scoffed, and took another sip, before turning towards her sweetly, and bashfully.

"That isn't any of your business, Bex."

Rebekah's brow rose, and she searched his eyes for another answer.

"You're... jealous, aren't you? It upsets you, for some reason, that she's with my brother."

Damon's stomach churned at the cold hard truth, but he deflected, anyway. He didn't care how good Rebekah was at pulling the truth out of people.

He was even better at denying it.

"As if, Barbie Klaus," he spat roughly, and the amusement in her eyes grew. "Judgy and I are barely even friends. As far as I'm concerned, she can canoodle with whoever she damn well pleases. Just so long as they're not trying to kill me," Damon informed.

Rebekah's smirk grew, and she moved in closer towards him. He inhaled the small bout of air between them, and involuntarily licked his lips when she looked directly into his eyes.

He was already drunk, and now, he was pissed off about finding out about Bonnie's true whereabouts. Maybe Rebekah could serve as a bandaid on the huge fucking gape he was beginning to feel on his heart.

"So, that means you can be with whoever you desire, too, then?" she asked in her voice barely above a whisper.

Damon shrugged softly, and placed a hand on her thigh; running his hand firmly over her jeans, and boldly, between her legs as she gazed at him with eyes potent with lust.

She wanted his attention; he wanted anyone's attention, at this point, if Elijah was too busy stealing Bonnie's.

"Honey, I always do what I want," Damon said smoothly, and her eyes squinted at that. "And who."

Damon didn't remember how, or when it happened, but he ended up outside with Rebekah; back thrown against the wall, behind the Grill, and shirtless, as he stripped away her jeans and kissed her hungrily, and angrily.

With every shred of strength in his body, he whipped them around, and switched positions; holding her by the neck against the brick, and kissing each area of her skin, as he tore her shirt over her arms, and dropped to his knees to kiss her toned stomach.

He pulled Rebekah's legs over his shoulders, and buried his mouth against her, garnering moans as she clutched onto his hair tightly, melting with each placement of his lips against her.

His mind began to float away; because although he was with Rebekah, getting intimate with Rebekah, tasting Rebekah, he couldn't bring himself to think about her once, during the encounter.

As her blonde hair tumbled over him, he imagined it was brown.

As her pale skin bruised easily beneath his grasps, he imagined it was tan.

As her blue eyes gazed at him passionately, he wished they were green.

And when she pushed him to the ground, and climbed below his waist to get the job done, he damn near forgot her name when his pleasure finally ran through him, drowning out his heavy thoughts.

He only remembered one name, and one name, only; Bonnie Bennett.

And he'd be damned if he let Elijah intrude on the one thing he hadn't yet been able to admit that he wanted.

A/N: Jealous Damon, Bonlijah date in New York, and that pesky white oak tree that is definitely a problem? How do you all see this panning out? R&R! :)