A/N: Okay: as of right now "Beautiful Nightmares" is on a little bit of a hold, because I'm just so frustrated with it lolol. Hopefully I figure out how to end the first half (because there is a sequel coming up for it), and I plan to have it out before August. So please, if anyone has any ideas pm me and fill me in. Because, I do take any ideas to extreme consideration. Until then, "Imperfection" will be updated a lot because of you guys. You guys have been so good to me, and your reviews and nice comments keep me going. So it's because of you guys that keeps me updating a lot more than I had planned. So I wanted to thank you all for the amazing support, it means so much to me. This is for you! Enjoy xx.

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Summary: Cough Syrup?

Guilt: a feeling of having done wrong or failed in an obligation. Though this wasn't the feeling in the pit of Bonnie's stomach; it was something far more worse. This was: remorse. And, it was that balled up saliva in the back of her throat that shriveled in the hollow of her neck—that made it obvious she was feeling something. And her expression was well written on her face too, planted right between her smile and heartache. And as much as she wanted to get up and run—run as far as her stubby little legs could take her, she couldn't.

Fear was only a small factor, and she wasn't about to let Stefan Salvatore get to her. She knew him too well, and it was only a matter of time before he would say something to break the silence. So she managed to watch him as he licked his lips all too eagerly, massaging her fingers while doing so. Was my hands still wrapped around his? She almost jumped at the realization, fighting the urge to pull her hands away. This was almost too awkward, but she didn't want to make the situation any harder for him than it already was. So Bonnie did what her senses told her, and she starred at their intertwined fingers, shifting back and forth on the path of her skin.

Bonnie's nose began to flare; she wasn't supposed to feel anything. There wasn't supposed to feel this cling to Stefan when he index finger brushed along her knuckles. She definitely wasn't supposed to feel some warm whenever he gripped her thumbs tighter with the pads of his fingers. But more importantly she wasn't supposed to feel pity.

Yet there she was allowing her emotions to catch up to the best of her, sinking into her pores. She could feel this overcoming her, and the last thing she needed was for Stefan to find this out. She licked her lips slowly, eying him eye her hands; not removing his sight from them being intertwined. Her lips began to quiver, trying to utter some type of sound—she needed to say something to break the silence, and possibly tell him that they'll eventually be okay.

Although, Bonnie did have every right to be upset with him. If anything, he should be the one feeling bad, not her. And she hated how he had the power to do this to her, all he had to do was bat those pretty long eyelashes of his—and she'd melt underneath his grasp.

And as easy as it was for her to do just that, she couldn't. No not this time, she needed to realize that Stefan wasn't the one in the right this time. And it wasn't just Stefan that made this decision final; it was the fact that she had mixed emotions.

She had mixed emotions about the whole situation, feeling that maybe she was judging it a little too precisely. Elena was wrong too, and she hadn't even thought about confronting her about it yet. And, maybe Elena was the one that was coming onto Stefan in the first place. Maybe, just maybe Stefan was the one that was trapped. After all Stefan did mention more than a hundred times that Damon did stress him out with his intentions. But, that didn't make it okay for Stefan to hurt her the way he did—and he did hurt her a lot. Ugh, stop this Bonnie. You made the right decision this time, you need some time away from him.

The last thing Bonnie was to second guess herself, but she was already starting to do just that. She needed to trust her gut, and go through with this. She wasn't going to put with this, and she spent way too long in the mirror rehearsing this to screw it all up.

Bonnie looked up at him, and their eyes hooked. It terrified her, his eyes were dull and black—the spark was gone. The veins around his eyes swelled in the corner of his eyelashes, refusing to go down when she looked off in the distance behind him. The colour in his cheeks transformed to a light red and purple, and his lips squeezed into a tight firm line. And finally that flare in Stefan's eyes was distinguished, and it made her stomach drop. She hated seeing him like this, but no one said a breakup was going to be easy.

Bonnie pulled her hands away, forcing herself to look back into those silver eyes of his. She gulped slowly when his fingers smacked against the dinner table. Now, this was a perfect time to start taking off.

"Stefan I'm sorry." Bonnie mumbled.

He shook his head quickly, scoffing at her sentence. Great, just when I was going to make a run for it too. Bonnie frowned at him, confused at his expression—what was he thinking?

"I should haven't even asked you to come here, I don't know what I was thinking when I thought that you'd take me back. You're too good for me Bonnie, I'm sorry that I wasted your time."

"You didn't waste my time Stefan."

"Yes I did! I made you go through the trouble of driving all the way over here, and all I did was whine and complain."

"Stefan that's not true and you know it…besides I never said that we still couldn't be friends."

"I don't want to be just your friend Bonnie."

"Stefan—"

"I can just…" Stefan paused. He licked his lips when he got up, motioning her to move from out of their booth. Bonnie hesitated a little before obliging, and looked up at him when he ran a hand down the side of her face.

Stefan smiled at her, pressing his lips together in a fine line before taking her in his arms. He swallowed her with his limbs, taking her chest to his. And if she was correct, she felt his lips brush along her temple. Okay you can handle this Bonnie, no big deal—it's just a hug. But oh gosh, he smells so damn good. Just don't smell him Bonnie, don't smell...

She smelt him, from every corner there was possible. His scent was way too strong anyway, and she could have sworn that he was wearing her favorite cologne. Oh he's good, Bonnie thought. Then the next thing she knew, her head was finding it's special spot in the middle of his chest. And, her arms were making their way around his waist. You traitor, seriously what was she doing? What happened to being completely over him?

Then there was that smile again, forming to the corner of her lips. And those very lips skimmed the brim of his shirt, hoping that he felt this gesture. Before she knew it, her hands were playing with the nap of his hair, squeezing and tugging when he kissed the roots of her hair. But then—

There he was…

Damon Salvatore standing merely fifteen feet away from her, at the corner of the bar—and she couldn't believe it. There goes his piercing blue-gray eyes boring into hers, causing her to jump at the tension. Her arms and legs felt tender, and it made her abruptly pull away from Stefan. She felt…busted.

And he noticed this, because he scoffed in pure disbelief. They were only embracing, nothing more and simply nothing less—so why did she feel so cold? It's not like they were kissing or anything, and…

Wait, she has nothing to explain to him, nor try and cover up. It's not like they were dating or anything (well anymore), yet she felt this faint distinction that she was cheating on him or some sort. Especially when he folded his arms across his chest at her, when he glared almost right through her. But what was worse, was when he slammed his shot of bourbon on the bar counter, breaking the scotch glass into a million shattered pieces with his bare fist.

Great just what she needed, her one and only friend at the moment—upset with her. When her arms fell to her side, Stefan backed away, looking into her eyes—searching for some answers.

"What is it Bon?" He asks.

Bonnie ignored his question, looking over at Damon. All she could think about was him now, making every bit of Damon consume all of her thoughts. She didn't want to make it too obvious, but her constant starring was making it a little hard not to do so.

"No—nothing." Bonnie mumbled. She steadily shook her head, shifting her eyes into another direction, praying that she wasn't busted. Yup, this night is totally taking a different toll than I expected.

And when she looks back, there is no sight of Damon Salvatore.


Fuck Bonnie Bennett. Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! And bloody hell just FUCK HER. Damon Salvatore had never been so livid, so repulsively fuckin livid with anything or anyone in his life before. And, he had been alive for a for over three hundred years!

How dare she go meet with his brother, and "talk" things out with him the way she did? Because the last time he checked, talking didn't go like that. And if he wasn't incorrect, Bonnie specifically told him that she was going to end things with him. She promised him that she was done, and there she was hugging him…No she was embracing him! Hell, he even heard her practicing in her bathroom—and there she was hugging him like her life depended on it, what the hell was her problem?

Damon was the only person that was there for her for those two extricating weeks, practically kissing her feet all the while. Fine if she wanted to treat me like shit, go right ahead. We'll see who comes crawling back to me when you and Stefan get into another fucking fight.

Just the pure image of Bonnie and Stefan holding each other like that, it made him nauseous. The way her hand caressed the nape of his hair, gently stroking it while doing so. And, she even had the nerve to kiss his chest when he held her tighter. Who the fuck did she think she was? Did she seriously think she could play Damon the way she was, and get away with it too? Bonnie had a hell of a lot of explaining to do, and he was starting to question if he really wanted to hear it or not.

Bonnie knew damn well that he was by her side this whole time, and she knew it killed him to play with the "friendship zone" the way she made him doing. He did so much crap for her, and she didn't appreciate any of it? Well Damon was sure to say something about that, there was no way Bonnie was getting away with such…such—murder.

Heck, why did he even care so much? Oh right, because Bonnie was the only person in this hell hole that he actually gave a damn about. The only person he would put himself in a position like this, in order to make her happy—in order to make her smile again. And, she was going to repay him like this?

He could just…he could just—he really needed to feed.

Which is what brought him here in the middle of some abandon woods, lingering and hanging from some branches that hung a couple feet above the ground. Normally he would have been in crow form, but the transformation would have taken longer to feast on his prey—so he stayed human. Besides what more fun than to sneak up on some innocent human, and destroy any part of their limbs—that was possible of leaving any evidence of their remains? So Damon was a little over the top vicious today, but it was all that witches fault.

If Bonnie didn't put him in this type of position like this, none of this would have happened. Bonnie could have easily ended things with pretty boy Stefan, than came back to Damon right after—and Damon could have shown her what she had been missing out on…in multiple different creative ways. But nooo, she had to go and hug her ex-boyfriend like they were giving out buy one hug get another fuckin hug free coupon.

And maybe Damon was over reacting a little—maybe. But he saw what he saw, and he didn't like it, at all. Bonnie looked way to comfortable for his liking and that just wasn't going to fly with him. Not this time, as soon as Bonnie made it back to her place, he was sure to stop on by and give her not only a piece of his mind—but the whole thing baby.

There was a faint sound off in the distance, and Damon smiled to himself. Ah just in time, Damon thought mischievously.

His eyes landed on his prey, a short brunette girl that seemed a little tipsy walking through the woods. Wrong place at the right time sweetie, and Damon lowered himself on a branch closer to his victim.

Damon hadn't fed in a while, and it was because of her. Yes, it reached the point where he couldn't even say her name without feeling the urge of destroying everything in his path.

So before he knew it, Damon had already made his approach. Landing on the girls back, feet buried in the hollow of her spline. He crushed his prey into the grass, making her a grass and dirt slushy almost. A little graphic, but eh oh well.

With one twist of the hands, her neck was broken with a short snap. He viciously plunged his fangs into the rest of her ligaments; feasting on what was left of his dinner.

Bonnie Bennett you are in a lot of trouble sweet cheeks. And he withdrew his fangs, tossing the women to the side—not even bothering to light her bones on fire. He didn't give a damn anymore, Bonnie brought the good and worse out of him…and now—Damon was hungry.


Later that night Bonnie allowed Stefan to take her home, after all she did walk to the grille to put in some type of exercise. Besides the walk was only four miles total, and she would have walked back—but Stefan insist on driving her home, because it wasn't 'safe for her to walk alone in the middle of the night.'

Although Bonnie had to admit she was glad Stefan took her home, because it gave her chance to stop by the Salvatore manor and get a couple of her things she left at the house. And, she missed being in that house—it brought way too many memories. Now it wasn't like she hadn't been there in years, but it sure as heck felt like it.

The aroma, the texture, the eerie sounds and squeaks when you walked up the stairs too slow, and the passion—Bonnie missed it all. Being away from that house was…was different. She was so used to living there with Stefan, that she almost forgot the mansion's little quirks.

Although, she didn't have enough time to really think about that, considering her things were already to go in a (what looked like) trash bag. Stefan had already put her left over clothes and accessories in a bag near the front door. This made her a little curious…curious if he was in a hurry to get her things out of his house…

"This is your stop," Stefan sang; breaking her thoughts.

The car engine stopped, and Bonnie smiled when she felt Stefan starring at the side of her face. She tried her best to not give him full eye contact, because they way Bonnie saw it—eye contact always turned out for the worst for them. So she did her best to remain focus on the car door lock, all she needed to do was move her fingers and unlock the door. And just when she was about to do just that…

"I really enjoyed seeing you again Bonnie."

So close, Bonnie ran through her head quickly. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, glancing over at Stefan when he flashed her an innocent smile. There he goes again, looking gorgeous as ever. Getting over someone like Stefan Salvatore was one of the most indecisive things to do. Just don't look him in the eyes Bonnie, don't look him in the eye…

Ops, There she went again giving him the satisfaction. Bonnie sneaks a glance, making complete eye contact with him again. And when Stefan smiles, she can literally feel her insides burning. Her throat was dry, and she felt as if she was choking on her own tongue. Her lips felt extremely chapped, and her breath grew uneasy. Then there was this tingle that ran through her spine, oozing between her flush and soul. If she could swallow her dignity, she was doing a pretty good job at it—because Stefan was taking it away from her; with just one look from the eyes.

She eyed him closely, and then looked back at the door lock. She pushed it down, unlocking the door quickly. Remember why you met up with him in the first place, remember that pain you felt when he hurt you Bonnie. Gosh Bonnie be strong, listen to your instincts—Stefan hurt you! You promised yourself that you needed space from him, do not be weak Bonnie Bennett…do not be weak!

"Goodnight Stefan." And, Bonnie was out of the car, walking to her front porch.

The first thing that was on Bonnie's mind was a nice hot and steamy shower, she was in desperate need of a deep cleansing. Come to think about it, maybe she wanted a bath—who knows, she'll figure it out when she makes it up the stairs…

"Glad to see you finally made it home."

A jolt of energy and shock slapped her in the face, and then a wave of frustration crept up to her cheeks once she realized who the speaker of this voice was. She knew this voice anywhere, and she was expecting his company the minute she saw him at the Grille. Great this should be good, she thought silently.

"Damon." Bonnie huffed.

"Witch."

Bonnie couldn't see where he was, turning around in circles trying to figure out where he had been hiding. He had to be close, because she could smell him—and he smelt like blood and alcohol…and it reeked. The scent was so unbearable that she was considering kicking him out of her house, or making them move outside to have their little discussion. Oh yeah she was looking forward to this, a drunk murderous vampire in her house who just so happened to be: pissed.

"Damon can you please come out from wherever you are?"

There was a little bit of silence, before she saw a pale face and a distinct shadow from his neck to his toes. And when she finally could see all of him, she flinched. He was drenched in blood, his hands were stained with it…as well as his mouth and chin. His clothes had blood splotches and stain marks all over. What the hell?

"Damon are you…okay?"

"Oh I'm just fuckin peachy."

"Damon about what you saw at the Grille, it was nothing…"

"The Grille what eveeeer are you referring to? All I saw was a bunch of bullshit."

Bonnie shifted a little, cocking her head to the side when she eyed him. Damon was beyond drunk, and it was obvious that he didn't care enough to try and cover it up. Normally this type of behavior would scare Bonnie, but she knew Damon far too well…and this—this was typical jealous Damon.

"Damon I know you saw me and Stefan hugging, but it meant absolutely nothing. I ended things with him for good, and nothing is going on between me and him anymore…"

"I don't need you to fuckin explain anything to me Bonnieeee. I know damn well that you wouldn't go back to him after all the shit I've done for you. You think I would just let you get away with treating me like I'm some type of slut you don't care about? Only I can do that."

"Damon your drunk, you need to go home and get some rest."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Pause. "You know how I get when people try and fuckin boss me around, I don't play by the rules sweet cheeks—I make my own."

"Damon there is nothing I have to explain to you, you and I aren't dating anymore. Besides, Stefan and I are over. And if you don't believe me well then that's too bad…"

"Tell me why you would even do something like this to me? I thought you loved me Bonnie."

Damon was in front of her in seconds, closing the gap between them. As much as she wanted to feel uncomfortable, she wasn't—and it was odd. She didn't mind that there was blood inches away from her nose, and that his leather reeked with metallic. Actually, it was sort of hot. His nose was flaring constantly, and the veins around his eyes were pulsing. His cheeks almost looked pink, and did that thing where blinked too much when he was furious.

Yup that used to be her Damon Salvatore, the way she remembered him perfectly—before she left. Call her a coward, but she knew her reasons for leaving…it's just he didn't. Bonnie knew she was hurting him, but Damon blew things way too out of proportion that sometimes she would forget why she even felt sorry for him in the first place.

"Did you fuck him?" He barked.

"Excuse me? What?"

"You're excused, and don't play dumb with me Bonnie you heard what I said—I asked if you fucked him. Did you fuck Stefan?"

"No. How could you even ask me that?"

"I smell him all over you. What were you two talking about in the car Bonnie?"

"I can't believe you're doing this."

Bonnie threw her hands up in the air, symbolizing her frustration. This was the last thing she needed, was to be harassed by Damon and his million absurd questions. She ran her hands through her hair agitatedly, than turned around to walk up her stairs. She hadn't even made it up to her room yet, and Damon was bothering her with twenty questions…my goodness.

"Don't you dare fuckin walk away from me Bonnie when I ask you a question."

"And don't talk to me like that Damon, you know better."

"And you know better not to spread your legs like some slut, the minute Stefan told you that he was sorry."

And she slaps him, she slapped him as hard as she could. She didn't even care how bad it stung her hand; she needed to get her point across—of how completely disrespectful and rude he was being. Damon was crossing that line she drew, and he was already on thin ice.

"Fuck you Damon."

"Gladly baby. Why did you stop by my house Bonnie?"

"Go home Damon."

"Why did you stop by the house Bonnie?"

"I mean it Damon."

"And I mean it too! Why the fuck did you stop by the house Bonnie? I can smell him—I'm not going to ask you again Bonnie…Why the fuck did you stop by the house?"

"Damon…"

"Why did you stop by the—

"To pick up my things dammit!" Pause. "Stefan took me by the house, so I could pick up my things Damon okay? Nothing happened! I went over there for a split second to pick up some of my clothes I left over, (which happened to be thrown in a fuckin trash bag like he didn't give a damn). And—and the worst part is Damon I actually still love Stefan. I thought I was over him, and I'm not. After seeing him today, it made me realize that getting over him is going to be a whole lot harder than I thought it would be." Pause. "Damon I can't have you jumping on my back every single time Stefan and I get close." She steadies her breathing, because if she doesn't she'll pass out. "And if that's all you're here for, then please…just leave." She takes another spot. "And I'm not going to take it anymore, it's hard enough as it is. I can't have you clouding my mind every goddamn day…"

"You think you have it bad? Bonnie I think about you all the time, and I hate it. I absolutely hate it, I don't want to think about you as much as I do—the way I do." Pause. "I hate being jealous, because I never get jealous. I wish I wasn't so damn attached to you, because maybe I would have fun for a chance. I wouldn't have to stress about you being with another guy, or watch over you like I'm your fuckin step-father. I don't need this extra weight towering over my shoulders, but it does. Because I can't fight this, I cannot fight the way I feel about you Bonnie…and I hate it. I hate being in love with you, but I am…and nothing is going to change that."

"Damon please…"

"Just tell me this…do I still have a chance?"

"Damon."

"Dammit Bonnie just answer the question, do I still have a chance? Or am I just wasting my time, because if I am I'll leave—and you know I won't hesitate to do so."

Both of the Salvatore's put her at some type of ultimatum, and it wasn't fair. She didn't want to lose either one of them, but she knew that if she went with one—she'd loose the other. And, there was no doubt about that, there was no way she could have both. And, she wanted to be fair to them. She wanted to tell Damon that he still did have a chance…because he did.

Bonnie still cared for Damon, a lot at that too. She missed his company, and she missed the privilege of calling him: hers. She even thought about him while he spent those two weeks together. He had been on good behavior, and he only tried to make a move on her…ten times. But she did have to admit, he had been working extra hard to keep her sane. If she didn't have Damon, she wouldn't be where she was today—semi happy.

Damon did make her happy, and come to think of it…he made her happier than Stefan did. So Bonnie did owe it to him, to at least be honest. She owed him the sincerity from her heart, because for the past two weeks…he'd been giving it to her.

"Stay." Bonnie mumbled.

"I don't want to hear that shit Bonnie, that's not what I asked you. Do I still have a chance?"

The words left his lips too naked and raw, and she wanted to run and hide. But, that wasn't an option. She licked her lips quickly, than ran her fingers through her hair. Damon was getting too close, and she had no way out. He trapped her in the corner of her kitchen wall, closing her in with his arms. His eyes narrowed with impatience, and his lips pressed together in a fine line. The veins in his neck began to slow down, and his hands spread flat on the surface of the wall.

And his forehead touched hers, it scraped her flush. She missed being this close to him, she really did. Of course she wouldn't tell him this, but she wanted to be surrounded by Damon. Heck, she wanted to feel Damon. When she closed her eyes, her lips trembled at his cool breath. He was so close to kissing her, and she was waited to see how long it would take her to crack. All she had to do was arch her head up, and she'd be right where she wanted to be.

And when he ran his fingers along the side of her face, and pinched her chin with his index finger and thumb—she melted. Her lips were practically quivering, and she wouldn't of stopped Damon he went on ahead and planted one right on her. Forget their previous heated argument, Damon Salvatore was hot hot hot. And, Bonnie Bennett was missing out on way too much. Especially when his nose brushes along hers, sending heat waves to a very vacant area.

"Yes or no Bonnie," he whispers.

Bonnie opens her mouth to speak, her lips shaped in the form of a "yes" and that's when the front door swings open.

"Stefan?" Bonnie breathes.

"Stefan?" Damon questions.

They both turn around, and Bonnie moves away from the hold Damon has on her. She almost runs up to Stefan, relieved that whatever moment Damon and her shared didn't turn out into something more—for him to witness. She didn't want a fight going on in her home, because that's what it would have turned out to be.

"I got a call from Elena, Katherine's back."


A/N: Uhmmm, so I thought Stefan "deleted" Elena's number out of his cell? And, Katherine being back too? What does this mean for Damon, Bonnie, and Stefan? Some action is about to come, I couldn't just have it all be romance, it's the TVD! But no stress, because I see some romance in your future! (Who will it concern though)? And, sorry for the little tease in this chapter for Bamon. I know you guys were a little disappointed but, no worries more Bamon sure to come next chapter, along with some Steffonie. Stay tuned, and R&R. Until then, god bless and happy writings {: xx