Well the dream somewhat made Bonnie start to rethink the entire situation. Let's see what happens now.

Disclaimer: I disclaim.

I woke up the next morning feeling very uneasy about seeing Damon today. There was no explanation as to why we were both having the same dreams. Also, there was absolutely no justification for us to be in those dreams having sex. I had no intentions on ever hugging Damon, let alone having sex with him. The only thing I could possibly think is that we were connected in some way and not by any of my doing.

I slipped out of bed and headed down to the kitchen. It was the weekend, so I didn't have school and unfortunately I would have to spend some time with Damon…unless I could coax Caroline to go shopping. I entered the kitchen and noticed that the rain was pelting down outside. Lovely…great…I wasn't a fan of going out in the rain, so I guess I would be stuck with the psycho.

The psycho…although I called Damon that, more and more I was starting to believe that he was trying to change. Maybe it was his feelings for Katherine that made him crazy, self centered and just plain evil. Sure, he still had his faults, but we all do. He had been good to me (well as much as he could be) when I moved in and I was starting to get used to him (aside from the dreams which would never ever ever come true). I pulled a stool over to the cabinets to retrieve the box of cereal that I bought a couple of days ago and noticed that it had been put up on a higher shelf, that darn Damon probably did it to be smart.

I leaned up on my tippy toes to reach the cereal and when I finally wrapped my fingers around it, I found myself losing balance and falling back…falling into the arms of Damon. "See, those sugary cereals are the devil", he smirked as he sat me down on the floor and handed me the box.

"Thanks…and in case you haven't noticed, I tend to dance with the devil quite often", I smirked as I retrieved a bowl and milk making my way over to the table.

"Oooh is my little witch making double entendres there?" Damon raised an eyebrow as he heated up a cup of blood and met me at the table.

To see him sipping on blood as I tried to eat my cereal was nothing short of vomit inducing, so I guess I understood why he hated all of my food, "I'm not your witch".

"Fine…fine…semantics…so what are you doing today to avoid me?" Damon asked leaning closer to me.

"I'm staying in today…I don't particularly care for rain, so I think I would rather stay here…look through the grimoire and see if there is anything to help me figure out what's going on".

"With the people after you?"

"No…with the dreams that apparently we've been sharing…it doesn't make any sense, especially since we can barely stand each other".

"You know what they say…thin line between love and hate".

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…but this is something different…it's weird".

"I see".

"And I'm sure you would like to get back to sleeping soundly…not dreaming about me".

"Oh I don't know…those dreams have been quite entertaining…", Damon smirked looking over at me.

I could feel the heat rise to my face and I prayed that there was not one blush showing up on my face.

"Yes…entertaining for you…you bite me…I get scars that show up after the dream, that's not fun or entertaining for me".

"You sure?" Damon arched an eyebrow.

"Yes I'm sure…I can assure you that you are the last person that I would want to be in that situation with".

"Have you ever been in that situation with anyone?" he smiled looking at me smugly.

I stopped my mouth from dropping, "That…that is none of your business and I see that we can end this little friendly chat now", I said standing up, throwing my bowl in the sink and marching out of the kitchen as I heard his chuckling.

I walked into my bedroom and slammed the door. It always happened. Right when I thought that I was warming up to Damon, when I thought that he wasn't as much as a jackass as I previously thought, he proved me wrong. Sure, I'm not a virgin…there was that one time with that guy who I met while away visiting cousins during the summer of sophomore year, but since then I haven't exactly been close to anyone to want to have sex with them and that was another reason why this dream was driving me crazy, when I woke up from those dreams or nightmares, I felt close to Damon…I felt like they were real and I hated that feeling. I hated feeling like I wanted that to happen with Damon because let's face it…he's a psycho, he's selfish, he's tried to kill me…he used Caroline…basically stalked Elena…so how crazy does that make me? What makes me want to get any closer to someone like him? I can only attribute my feelings to spell or a curse…something.

After searching the grimoire for hours, I decided that I could not spend one more moment in the boarding house and against my better judgment, I ventured out in the rain for some air. Damon was nowhere to be found and that pleased me. I knew he would have plenty of questions or more snide comments to share and I really had no interest in speaking with him again.

I drove towards my house or rather the shell of my house in the rain. My father had hired a crew to start rebuilding it soon and really, how could you rebuild a home? Sure the structure could be replaced and everything, but all the tangible memories? The pictures and the things that were left behind, all gone and there was no putting back together now…no spell that could be conjured up…they had burned and unfortunately I could never get them back. I felt the tears start to fall as I got out of the car and walked over to the pile of rubble that used to be my home. My tears mixed with the rain and I just let them fall. There was no need to wipe them; they were the evidence that I could feel something at this point.

I stood as I cried in front of my house getting soaking wet in the rain as memories of everything flooded my mind and couldn't help but weep.

"Bonnie…you shouldn't be out here!" I heard Damon's voice call over the rain.

"Leave me alone", I said quietly.

Suddenly he was in front of me, "You will get sick".

"Go home".

"Bonnie…"

"Go home! You have one to go home to…I don't…so go home!"

"You have somewhere to go".

"Do I? Your home? That's not my home Damon and I don't understand…why did I lose my house, I try to be a good person…I try to help everyone, even those that I hate for the good of the town and what do I get? A ruined house…attacked in my own home…my life ripped apart? My dad…he didn't even come home when he found out about our house…"

"Because he's a jackass…"

"My grams is dead…Caroline is trying to adjust to being a vampire…Elena has taken off and she hasn't called me once…I have no one to talk to…no one to really turn to…I'm alone and no one cares!" I exploded, "no one cares…"

SSSSS

I watched the witch break down in front of me and I felt it…finally I felt it, the guilt. The guilt that I should have felt when I compelled those two boys to tear apart her home…the guilt I should have felt when I turned Kevin and set up a situation for me to be a hero…the guilt I should have felt when her house began to burn. I reached out to touch her as she began to weep against my chest. "You can talk to me", I said softly as I wrapped my arms around her.

She looked up at me with those greenish brown eyes, "Let's go home", I said guiding her towards the car.

When we reached the boarding house, I opened the door and Bonnie came in after me. "Maybe you should change clothes", I said, "you're soaking wet".

She looked at me and there was a glint in her eye, one that I had recognized before…from the dreams. "Maybe you should uh…go upstairs and get some dry clothes…", I mumbled staring into her eyes.

Bonnie walked over to me and shakily took my hands in hers, "Thank you for being here for me", she whispered.

"Well I…", I began, but then I noticed that she was leaning closer to me and I suddenly stopped talking just in time for her lips to meet mine.

The kiss was slow and sweet. It was different than it was in the dreams, it was intense but it had more emotions radiating from it. When her lips met mine, I felt something different. When I first started my quest to get Bonnie, I thought that I would feel victory when I finally got her…but now, I didn't feel that. What I felt for her was softer. She deepened the kiss and I pulled her closer to me with our wet clothes sticking to our bodies.

"Bonnie…this…I…", I said breaking the kiss.

"I don't know why I am doing this…but what I do know is that when I have those dreams with us…I'm not sad…I don't feel like I'm alone…and I don't want to feel alone now".

I nodded as I picked her up and carried her towards the stairs. I was aware that she wouldn't look me directly in the eyes, but I would make her.

SSSSS

When we entered Damon's room and he set me down on the floor, I had a chance…a chance to tell him that I didn't want to do this, that this wasn't right…we didn't necessarily like each other and this would be a bad move—but, there was a part of me that wanted the feeling that I felt in the dreams. I could feel Damon start to slowly unbutton my shirt and I stood there looking down as he slid my shirt off of my shoulders. I closed my eyes as he went to my jeans and unbuttoned them as he softly kissed me on the shoulder. I felt my jeans slowly move down my legs and even though I was standing there in my bra and panties, I felt naked. I started to cover myself with my arms in some way, but Damon moved my arms as he looked at me for a few moments.

SSSSS

The witch was beautiful. I always noticed that she was cute, but standing in front of me almost naked…she was downright beautiful. The emotions I felt looking at her at this moment, were deeper than what I thought they would be. I walked her over to my bed and she sat down slowly as I removed my shirt and my jeans. She still wouldn't look at me and that gave me some hesitation. If I could not get her to look at me, I would stop this. I gently laid her down on the bed as I positioned myself on top of her and tilted her chin up, "Look at me Bonnie", I whispered looking down at her.

She slowly lifted her head up to meet my eyes. I searched her eyes to see if there was any hesitation…any second thoughts, but I didn't see that…I saw eyes that wanted me.

SSSSS

Looking into Damon's eyes, I realized that I was safe right now and nothing else mattered. As long as I was here, I could forget about everything going on around me and just focus on…being me. I leaned up and closed the space between us with a kiss. He pulled me closer to him as I closed my eyes as I felt the rest of my undergarments disappear. I wanted to pull the sheets over my body and I believe I started to, but he grabbed my hands and pulled them over my head, "Don't…you're beautiful", he whispered.

SSSSS

I could tell that she was nervous, I could hear her heartbeat echoing in my ears, but I also knew that she was ready. She held on to me as we joined together and she gasped taking in a deep breath. She was sweet, she was amazing and she was worth everything that I had done to have this moment. I laid kisses on her neck, she breathed deeply as she closed her eyes and moved her head to the side giving me more access to her neck. Her heart beat sped up and I could feel her fear at that moment creeping up, my fangs had descended and I was ready…ready to get exactly what I had wanted since that dream weeks ago. "Go ahead", she breathed taking a deep breath, "do it".

I looked down at her neck and I could hear the blood pulsating through her veins. It was calling me. I could already taste the sweet blood in my mouth. I bent my head down poised to bite, as I felt her pull me closer and suddenly I stopped…she wasn't ready for that step, I kissed her softly on the neck, "Not tonight", I whispered as I pulled her closer as we continued to move in a rhythm that made my entire body come alive.

Hours later, Bonnie laid next to me asleep with her arm wrapped around my waist. I could not believe that this was happening. I had crafted a perfect plan to get a taste of Bonnie's blood again, when the chance came, I didn't take it. I was too caught up in the fact that she was allowing me to be with her in such a close way, that I couldn't do it…all of my planning, all of the misery I had brought into her life was because of her blood, but seeing how nervous she was at that moment, I couldn't take it.

I looked down at her sleeping form and realized that the feeling that I felt at that moment was as close to genuine caring than I have felt for anyone in a long time. I think with Katherine, it was an obsession…with Elena, it was about Katherine and annoying my brother. What I had with Bonnie (something that I could not describe) wasn't about either; I genuinely liked her and wanted her. I slowly reached out and touched her cheek stroking it lightly as I heard a buzzing noise. It sounded like a cell phone vibrating. I eased out of bed carefully trying not to wake her and sped downstairs. Bonnie's cell phone was ringing, fishing it out of her bag and I noticed that it was Elena calling. I looked towards the stairs, Elena would no doubt call and get Bonnie thinking about how she had just made the biggest mistake and I didn't want to lose this yet. I quickly pressed end, erased the call log and then erased the voicemail that Elena left. I needed Bonnie and I wasn't about to lose her now.

SSSSS

I opened my eyes to the sun drifting into Damon's room. This was the first time that I actually slept through the night since my house burned down. I looked over at Damon sleeping next to me with his arm around me and I looked under the covers and I had on absolutely nothing. "Oh", I gasped as the previous night's events drifted back to me.

I wasn't quite sure how it happened or how I felt about it happening. I didn't want to run into the bathroom and scrub every inch of my body, so that was a start. I looked over at Damon sleeping next to me. He almost looked human with his eyes closed and not a cocky grin in sight. He had been there for me earlier when I was near a breakdown and I wasn't sure how he felt about me exactly, but he gave me what I needed at a time that I needed it and I was grateful. I moved my hand to hover over his cheek to touch him. As I moved my shaking hand closer, his eyes flickered open and he grabbed my hand, "If you touch my cheek…can I touch yours?" he asked with a smirk.

"I…I don't know what I was doing", I said taking my arm out of his and looking down.

"You were about to touch my face…why?"

"I…I don't know…I don't…".

Damon sat up, "Well the fact that you are still in my bed tells me that you don't completely hate what happened between us".

"I don't…", I said avoiding his gaze, "I mean…I never expected it to happen, but I don't hate that it did".

"Then why can't you look at me?"

"What…what do you mean?" I asked concentrating on a thread unraveling from his blanket.

"I said…", he asked, moving his finger to my chin and making me look at him, "why can't you look at me?"

I shook my head as I looked into the blue pools, "I don't know…I'm not good at these situations…especially not a situation when I slept with someone that I am pretty sure I hated for most of the time I've known him".

"Do you still hate me…because I can tell you…I know hate sex and that was not hate sex", he smirked moving closer to me so that I felt his bare thigh up against mine and there was some electric there. I felt all of the sparks go up and down my leg.

"No…it wasn't hate sex".

"But I think hate sex would be amazing with you my little witch…but I sorta kinda like you sex ain't too bad either", he winked as he leaned up and placed a kiss on my lips softly.

It was as if a spell had been cast over me, I didn't want to set Damon on fire or give him an aneurysm…I actually wanted to kiss him back. I felt myself giving in to the kiss as he lowered me onto the bed and positioned himself on top of me, clasping his fingers through mine and kissing a trail from my wrist, down my arm and to my neck and right then, I realized that I was losing myself and it felt pretty unbelievable.

So Damon has received one part of what he wanted. When he had a chance to take what he set out to get, he didn't take it...but soo much damage has been done, what happens when Bonnie finds out?