Most of this scene is in Bonnie's perspective, except the last part of it is repeated, but in Damon's perspective. I really wanted to get Damon's feelings in there. I really hope you will love this chapter as much as I do.

Bonnie

Bonnie looked around the giant house. It looked more like a museum than a home to her. She walked down a long corridor, towards a small wooden table at the end. When she reached the table, she saw only one thing on it; an old, faded photograph. "Elena?" she thought at first. With a gasp, she realized who it really was. "Katherine." She thought, reading the caption underneath. It said 1864 next to her name, the year Stefan and Damon were turned into vampires. The year Katherine died.

Bonnie heard a noise outside, causing her to drop the photo back onto the table. A cry of pain. "What's out there?" she thought. Her eyes snapped open as she realized, suddenly, that if the noise was coming from outside, and Damon was still outside…

"Oh no. Oh, God, please no." she whispered as she tore down the hallway and ran outside onto the front lawn. There, she found Damon, laying on the ground, with a stake straight through his chest. She screamed.

"Bonnie!" he gasped, barely audible, "Stay—where you are. It might come b-back."

"What might come back?!" she cried. "Who did this to you?" Ignoring his warnings, she rushed over and knelt beside him.

"I don't know." He admitted. "Whatever it was, it came at me from behind."

"Hold still, I have to get this…thing out of you."

"Bon—"

"Shh. I, uh, don't want to hurt you." She said nervously.

"Just pull it out." He coughed.

She didn't want to cause him any more pain, so she concentrated all of her powers on the area around the stake, spreading numbness over the afflicted area, trying to ensure that he felt nothing. She then pulled the stake out of his body, and he didn't even flinch. He was, however, still laying on the ground, and she knew she had to get him inside somehow.

She knew she couldn't carry him; she was definitely not strong enough for that, so she helped him up and brought his arm around her shoulder to balance him. Damon's face was flushed from pain, and his eyes were heavy-lidded and glazed over. Bonnie lead Damon to the door, opening it with her spare hand, and brought him inside. She tossed a blanket over the couch before laying him down gently onto it. The couch was wide, so she kneeled beside him on the soft cushions and began to unbutton his shirt, before removing it completely.

"I-I'm F-F-Fine" Damon choked out, attempting to get up.

"Oh, shut up, Damon, your obviously not fine." Bonnie snapped, frustrated with his unwillingness to be helped, and pushed him back down, and he complied obediently.

Bonnie fluttered her hands around his midsection desperately, trying to think of what she could do to help him. She knew that she had to do something, because he was losing blood rapidly. A solution then dawned on her, but she knew it was dangerous. However, in that instant, she was able to put the fear aside to save him. Because for some reason, all that mattered was that he made it through this, and whoever—or, whatever—it was that did this to him, she would not let it have the satisfaction of killing Damon. Slinging one leg over his narrow waist, she carefully positioned herself in the valley of his hips, too worried to care about the awkwardness of this position.

"Damon, listen to me. I need you to do what I say. I need you to take my blood." Bonnie ordered.

"B-Bon-nie. N-n-no." Damon said. "It's t-too eas-y to lose con….trol with y-you."

"You won't hurt me, Damon." Bonnie said. "I trust you." Damon looked her in the eyes with unrecognizable intensity, and Bonnie wondered with a twinge of sadness how long it had been since anyone had said that to him.

His eyes then traveled down to her neck. Bonnie cupped the nape of his neck with her hands, and pulled his face carefully up to her throat. He hesitated, and then touched his lips to her neck. It felt like a kiss at first, to Bonnie, but then she felt his fangs pierce her skin. She gasped from the pain, but then the pain subsided and all she felt was the feeling of giving, of nurturing. When she had considered the thought of being bitten in the past, she assumed it would feel like your life was being sucked out of you, but this felt much different. She felt strong, but lightheaded at the same time, and most of all, connected to Damon. Like if her blood was in his body, that he would have a piece of her with him at all times, and it would keep him strong. She had saved him. He fell back onto the pillow of the couch, with his lips stained with blood and breathing heavily, and Bonnie collapsed with him, her head resting on his bare chest. Her eyes were closed, and she was concentrating on breathing, when she felt pressure on top of her head. Bonnie then realized that his hand was on her head, stroking her hair, which made Bonnie smile. His caresses were soft, comforting, and very, very sweet.

"Thank you." He murmured to her. "So much."

She then turned her head so that she was looking straight into his eyes. Their noses were touching, and it would have been so easy to kiss him…if she just inclined her head a little more…

The lock on the front door clicked, then, breaking the moment, and both Damon and Bonnie turned their heads toward the noise. Stefan and Elena were standing in the doorway, and Bonnie realized, embarrassed, what this must look like. They were seeing Bonnie, straddling a shirtless and panting Damon, with a crescent-shaped mark on her neck.

"Umm…" Elena began, startled. Bonnie cringed as she realized that they had a lot of explaining to do.

Damon

"I trust you." Bonnie said, and something unidentifiable tugged at Damon's heart.

And for some reason, that made everything okay. He wanted her blood, but more than that, he wanted her, and that meant preventing anyone from hurting her. Even preventing himself from hurting her. But he was weak, and losing strength quickly. Damon let himself be pulled up so that his lips were just centimeters away from her throat, and he gently kissed her neck before biting into her. He grew nervous when he heard her gasp, but after that all he could sense was he warm blood entering his system. It tasted a thousand times better than anything he had ever tasted before, and the way he was drinking it was better, too. For the first time, Damon enjoyed drinking someone's blood, for a reason other than the taste of it. He drank Bonnie's blood as gently and carefully as he could, but it was difficult to remain in control of his instincts. Beyond that, the sensation was slow, passionate, and sexy.

He released her then, but she still had her arms around him, and she was laying on the couch on top of him. He smiled with pleasure as he began to gently stroke her curls. He could feel every beat of her heart, and every breath that she took.

"Thank you so much." he whispered, unable to remember the last time he had thanked anyone after taking their blood.

Their bodies were so tightly pressed together, with hardly any space between them, and Damon was beginning to get very comfortable with Bonnie's legs wrapped around his waist. She then moved so that her face was hovering above Damon's, and for a moment he thought she was going to...kiss him. And, with sudden alarm, he realized that he wanted her to. But she never got the chance, because he heard a noise at the door, and turned to find Elena and his little brother standing in the doorway. "The Damon-patrol has arrived." He thought grudgingly.

Well, that must have looked bad! I wonder how Damon will charm his way out of this one.

This is definitely my favorite chapter so far. You have no idea how psychotic I felt, trying to figure out a way to hurt Damon so that this scene could happen. But he did get taken care of quite nicely, wouldn't you say?

Review please!

P.S. Sorry that there is no 'preview for the next chapter' today, but chapter 8 is giving me some trouble. I'm working on it.