Hey guys!

I got this chapter out sooner than I thought I would. Aren't you lucky? And I'm really happy with the way this chapter turned out.

Well anyway, I have some exicitng news! (For me, not you!) Mum is taking me shopping tomorrow afternoon to look for a dress for my semi-formal. I'm also hoping to con her into getting me a new hair straightener, so fingers crossed!

Oh and we are getting closer and closer to the point where my main plot for this story begins. (The whole thing with Lilith was just something I added in there for fun). Well my main plot isn't so much a plot as it is just a few random events that happen, but hey, that's just how I roll.

Chapter 7

"You're not the only one who wants me dead. Pissing people off is eternally entertaining, even if it does have the unfortunate effect of everyone wanting to kill you." said Damon. "Now that we have that established, would you like to tell me why you want me dead?"

Lilith's answer was simple, but it still shocked him. "Because you killed me." It was impossible, but what if she was a –

"Well that's something you don't hear every day, and obviously a lie, you're standing right here. And you couldn't be standing here accusing me of killing you if I had actually killed you." He replied. "You're insane."

"Well I'm certainly not alive anymore. I'm a vampire."

Damon was confused. "And that's a bad thing?" He held back from saying what he really wanted, which was 'And I'm not. Want to swap?', instead he just glared at her.

Lilith looked as though she was going to explode. "Yes! And you were the one who changed me! Now I am going to get my justice. I'm going to make you watch as I kill your girlfriend, then I am going to make you suffer even more; I found your stash of sharp wooden things. Isn't it ironic, that you will be tortured with the tools you planned to torture with?" She laughed maniacally.

But I don't remember changing her, Damon thought. No wait. That night after the concert. I remember now. She was drunk and I was hungry, it made for an easy feeding. She had just turned out to be one of the few women he thought he should keep around. Not that he had stuck around to see her. Instead he had moved on to the next girl.

"Yes, yes," said Damon, "It would be quite ironic, if it were to happen. Which it won't."

"And why wouldn't it?"

"Because" he said simply. "I have a much better way for you to get your revenge."

Lilith looked wary, but seemed willing to listen, even though her green eyes sparked with fury. Damon figured she wouldn't lash out at him until he had at least finished talking.

So he continued. "As you have probably not noticed, due to your piteous rage, I am now human. So you now have the chance to return the favour and change me."

All wariness disappeared from Lilith's, only to be replaced by cold malice. "But that would mean giving you what you want. And when I said I wanted you dead, I didn't mean undead. I meant six feet under the ground, rotting in a coffin."

Throughout this whole disturbing exchange, Bonnie had been taking advantage of the fact that Lilith was distracted, by edging towards her dresser. She silently slid open the second drawer and began digging through her underwear. It's in here somewhere.

Damon and Lilith's bickering went on as Bonnie closed her hand around the object she was looking for. She pulled it out of the draw and concealed it in her jacket.

"Lilith." She said calmly.

The girl refused to acknowledge her, still ranting on about reaping her revenge and how she was planning to bring about Damon's impending demise.

"Lilith."

Bonnie was getting impatient by the time Lilith finally turned to face her. She didn't give Lilith any time to react before she pulled the stake from her jacket and leaped towards her.

The stake went right where Bonnie had aimed. Lilith's heart. Lilith staggered, a shocked look on her face, and fell to the ground, dead.

The whole thing was over in seconds, leaving Bonnie in a state of shock."Oh my God!" she cried. "I killed her!"

She expected Damon to be just as shocked about it as she was, but he had other things on his mind. "Great, now we have a dead body to dispose of, you don't think your parents will notice if we leave her in your back yard until dawn, do you? By then she will have incinerated in the sun. Oh, and since when do you have a stake?"

"I just killed someone, Damon!"

He shrugged indifferently. "There's a first time for everything. And again, since when do you have a stake?".

"Oh my God, I killed her." The stake dropped from her hand, landing with a clatter on the floor.

Damon decided to try a different question. "Okay then, since when do you have a stake in your underwear drawer?"

Bonnie turned on him, tears in her eyes. Her face was red and splotchy, and she looked sacred and upset. "I killed her! I'm a monster! Don't you care about anyone apart from yourself? I killed someone and you're just standing there!" She beat against his chest with her small fists, trying to pummel him. It did no good; he just stood there, unresponsive.

Damon gripped Bonnie's wrists, and pried her fingers out of their fists; her hands were bloody where her nails had dug into her palms, not that it bothered him now. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes.

"Fine!" she said helplessly. "I'll answer your darn question! I had the stake to protect myself from you, not that I need it now seeing as you're human. I can just stomp on your toes or kick you in the shins. And you want to know why I would do that?"

Damon nodded.

"Because you scare me." She replied.

"In what way?" Damon asked cautiously.

"When you were a vampire, I was scared you'd kill me; that much is obvious. But now… I'm scared of what you make me feel…"

"And what would that be?" Damon asked sarcastically. "Fear? Disgust?"

"No, you silly boy." Bonnie didn't bother telling him, instead she pressed her mouth to his.

Damon kissed her back, stepping forward eagerly. He meant to back her into the wall, but suddenly Bonnie was falling sideways. She had stepped back as Damon had stepped forward, and in the process had tripped over Lilith's body.

Bonnie gasped as she landed on the ground beside the body. All she could see were Lilith's cold green eyes staring blankly back at her. She nearly screamed as she scrambled to her feet.

All thoughts of romance disappeared from her mind as she remembered something horrible; something kissing Damon had made her forget. "I'm a murderer." She gasped.

"No, you aren't. That was technically manslaughter, which should only get you put away for about… 10 years maybe?"

Fury rushed through Bonnie at Damon's last words. "Can you ever be serious? I really hope you can, or we're going to have to install an off switch for your sarcasm." And mine. "What am I going to do? I just killed someone!"

"Nothing." Damon said coolly. "You're not going to tell anyone you're a badass vampire slayer, or they'll expect you to go stake Count Dracula. And you're not going to go to the police. You didn't kill a human, so it doesn't really concern them. And anyway, she should have died of old age at least eighty years ago, so don't feel bad. I'm sure she lived a long happy life." His first and his last sentences were dripping with sarcasm.

"You don't understand at all." Bonnie murmured, shaking her head. "You don't understand because you are a murderer."

"But I—" he tried to reason with her.

Bonnie didn't give him the chance to continue. "Please, just go. I need to be alone."

When Damon showed no sign of moving, Bonnie's fragile tether of calm snapped. "Get out!" she screamed.

Damon had an astonished look across his face, but it was quickly replaced by one of sorrow as he backed towards her door. He walked into the hallway slamming the door behind him.

Bonnie was left standing alone, tears running down her face.

I know a heap of you were guessing that Lilith would die, but who can honestly say they knew it would be Bonnie who killed her?

I'm thinking that my next chapter will consist of one character's musings about life, another's feelings of anguish and guilt, and a surprise return from someone else. And before you ask, it's not Shinichi, that would be so terribly Cliche. (Sorry, I can't do those e's with the little stroke above them).

If the next chapter doesn't live up to that description then I will be very sorry. But hey, I haven't written it yet, it's just in my head at the moment, and who knows if I will still remember it when I wake up in the morning?

Don't go crazy without me! :P

Kate (NewbieXD)