A/N: So this is chapter eight, I am so so so excited to post this chapter. I just thought of some new ideas, and I can't wait to share them with you guys! I really appreciate everyone for reviewing it does mean a lot and it's what keeps me going to thank you to everyone that is supporting ! And like I promised here is chapter eight…

There wasn't that much time to lie down with Damon after sex, yet Bonnie wasn't complaining. All she wanted was to see Damon, hear Damon, breathe in Damon…be with Damon. Bonnie was everything because of Damon, and she couldn't imagine life without him no matter how hard she tried. She put her hair into a messy bun, as Damon slipped her shorts around her waist. She smiled when he threw her shirt over her head, and around her shoulders. What did she do differently to deserve this side of Damon? Why her? He was flawlessly beautiful, his pale like skin glistening against his muscles. His pink lips perked up forming the tips of his lips a slight crease. The coolness of his skin wrapping around the warmth of hers. His black shaggy hair running down just above his forehead, and his blue orbs that shined whenever he flickered his eyelashes together. Everything about Damon was perfection, so perfect that she didn't even notice his flaws that she always hated…

"What are you thinking about Judgey?" Damon asked; lifting his eyebrows.

"As if you didn't already know," Bonnie whispered.

"I promise from this point of I won't read your mind, it's an invasion of privacy…" Damon trailed off to run his slender fingers across her spinal cord.

"Sometimes I want you to know what I'm thinking…so you know if I'm angry with you or not," Bonnie teased.

"When are you angry with me?" Damon asked; folding his arms across his chest.

Bonnie turned to look at him, running her eyes across his body figure. Damon was right when was Bonnie angry with Damon. She didn't even think it was possible, sure he made her upset before, yet it never was enough to last. Bonnie ran her fingers down the nape of his hair, and then glanced at him when he looked at her chin. He still knew every way to make Bonnie squirm with embarrassment. Insecure about every small little detail, Bonnie was still unaware with every reason as to why Damon was suddenly attracted to her. Every moment they shared, was detailed whether they was silence or not. Bonnie licked her lips nervously, and then tugged at his neck when she felt his hands tingle along her lower back and onto her waist. When Damon exhaled slowly, he lowered his chin onto the roots of her hair. Then she felt the middle of his fingertips brush through her hair, bulling her bun a loose. Every move he made was slow, and tender; making Bonnie shiver at his touch. She felt his hands move over to the clasps of her bra strap, lowering down over to her sides. But Bonnie ran her hands down his arms, stopping him slowly. When Damon heard Bonnie grunt, it was almost as if it was demanding him to stop every possible fragment that allowed him to move.

"Something bothering you?" Damon asked; slightly confused.

"It's nothing…I'm just…" Bonnie began to stutter. How was she supposed to tell him this, without dying from embarrassment? "I don't want to say it," Bonnie mumbled.

"Oh come on Bonnie…" he stopped to run his hands through her hair. "Say it," he finished.

Bonnie bit onto her lower lip, so hard that it almost drew blood. Then, she walked away from Damon's pull, and then poured herself some tea shakily. Wanting to avoid this topic, she turned around to face the stove. But, soon enough Damon was hovering over her body possessively. She could feel him pushing her stomach into the near cabinet, and then pinning his fingers into her sides.

"I can feel your heart beating… it's beating so fast," Damon whispered right above her ear.

"I don't…" Bonnie stopped to face him. "I don't want to have sex again," Bonnie mumbled into the crook of his neck.

Damon froze, making Bonnie regret telling him. She desperately wanted to tap into what he was thinking, but when she tried he was repulsively blank. She shouldn't have told him, which was why she was so shameful of feeling guilty for doing so.

"It's not you, I just…I'm sore," Bonnie admitted slightly nervous.

"That's your reason?" Damon asked.

"Please don't be mad…I mean I can get over this," Bonnie brokenly whispered.

"You think I'm mad?" Damon asked.

"Well are you?" Bonnie said sounding slightly relieved at his tone of voice.

He smiled, and then pulled her closer planting his lips onto hers gently. Moving his fingers through her hair, taking her pony tail out of the tips of her black curls. When he released himself, both of them were panting from the tension.

"Does that answer your question?" Damon asked.

Bonnie nodded to herself, and then looked up at Damon when he looked at the door.

"What's wrong?" Bonnie asked. When Damon didn't move, a flash of panic flashed through her body. "Damon what's wrong?" Bonnie asked; tugging onto his limbs.

"Get your things were leaving," Damon gritted through his teeth. Damon shuffled around the hotel room, throwing her clothes in her suitcase. He moved so quickly, that Bonnie could barely catch up with the naked eye.

"Damon…" Bonnie trailed off.

"Klaus knows were gone, and he's looking for us. He's following our tracks…" Damon stopped to look in the air; as if it had answers. "We need to go back to Mystic Falls," Damon finished.

"Damon what about my father? I can't just pack my things and leave him here…" Bonnie chocked out.

"Then leave him a note," Damon said slightly bluntly.

"Damon I can't leave my father here, he's going to know that something was wrong!" Bonnie screeched.

Damon finished packing her suitcase, and then looked at her hazel worried eyes. He had never seen her torn up before. He put her suitcase near the door, and then looked for a pieces of paper to give her.

"Are you serious?" Bonnie scoffed.

"Yes. Bonnie I'm sorry, but we need to leave…" Damon said putting her face in the palms of his hands.

Bonnie took the sheet of paper, still shocked about what she was getting ready to do. Then she eyed the pen that Damon was shaking in front of her face. And Bonnie began to write:

Dear Dad,

I know you're wondering where I am, but I'm back in Mystic Falls. I am sorry that I left without any notice, but something came up. I will explain everything to you when you get home. Thank you for a beautiful bonding experience. Have a safe flight, and I love you dad.

Love,

Bonnie.

`!`

"We got here as soon as we could," Bonnie said throwing her coat over her the chair that was in the Salvatore manor.

"Bonnie!" Elena exclaimed.

"Elena," Bonnie said less enthusiastic.

"Why do you look like your glistening?" Elena asked; folding her arms across her chest suspiciously.

"Why do you keep asking questions?" Damon said cutting her off as she began to hug Bonnie.

"We'll talk later," Bonnie assured her as she gave Damon a slight glare.

"Bonnie I'm glad you're here, hope you had a safe trip. I need you to run a spell for me quickly, I need you to see where Klaus is headed. We need to be one step ahead of him," Stefan said walking over towards him with some candles.

"What spell? Once Klaus knows what I am trying to do, he'll stop me before I can get into his head…" Bonnie trailed off when she heard Katherine snicker in the background.

"Quit your bitching okay. If you don't want Klaus to kill us all, because that's where were all headed…you'd get your little granny panties out of a twist and deal with it," Katherine said under her breath.

"And you'd watch you what you say if you want to live before Klaus kills you," Damon said slamming her into the wall.

"Damon. Katherine. You can play later," Stefan hollered over the crashing over the books.

"Wait Bonnie isn't this going to take a lot of power out of you?" Jeremy asked.

"What is he doing here?" Damon asked releasing Katherine quickly.

"I heard that Bonnie was in danger, and I wanted to help…" Jeremy said trailing off to look at Bonnie.

"Thanks Jeremy," Bonnie whispered lightly; tugging onto his hand sweetly.

Damon was confused, why was Bonnie even giving this guy the time of day? He broke up with her months ago, and left her there to basically die from depression. So why was she even looking at him? Damon gritted his teeth at what he was witnessing, and then straightened the collar of his jacket, when Jeremy began to stare at her. He frowned when Jeremy licked his lips, and then groaned when he read his thoughts. Bonnie was his and no one else's. He wasn't going to stand here listening to the guy who made Bonnie an emotional wreck talk about what he wanted to do to her after hours.

"Go play some checkers or something. Us grown-ups have some business to take care of," Damon barked.

"You consider yourself a grownup?" Jeremy asked.

"Listen if you want to keep your eyes to look at my Bonnie like the way you just were…I suggest you stop trying to talk shit alright?" Damon asked edging his way closer towards him.

"Hey ladies if y'all need a room to argue like a bunch of pansies I suggest you leave now," Katherine said over them.

Damon turned towards them, and then looked at Bonnie; who was slightly embarrassed. Then he looked at Stefan who was a little disappointed in him for acting the way he was in front of everyone. Suddenly Damon realized that the more he looked around the more he noticed how many people were there. Stefan, Elena, Katherine, Caroline, Tyler, and Jeremy. The whole annoying gang. Damon didn't want to be a part of this, as long as he had Bonnie he was okay.

"I can do the spell," Bonnie said breaking the silence.

`!`

"Bonnie." She heard over her shoulder.

"Jeremy. Hi," Bonnie said slightly exhausted.

"How are you feeling?" Jeremy asked touching her shoulder lightly.

"Doing well how about yourself?" Bonnie asked running her hands through her hair softly.

Jeremy looked down at her hands, and then frowned when he started to bite onto his lower lip. It looked as if he was trying to think of a way to answer her question, which he was.

"Bonnie I miss you," Jeremy mumbled.

Bonnie frowned as Jeremy put his hands around hers, closing the space between them. His head hung low between his shoulders, and above her head. He was so close to her, that it made her feel slightly uncomfortable at his heavy breathing above her chest.

"Jeremy…" Bonnie began.

"I need you," Jeremy brokenly whispered.

Jeremy was closer to her, moving his lips right above hers making a slight friction between there's. Bonnie felt the heat rising to her flushed cheeks, and tears flooding her eyes.

"Did it hurt as much as it hurt me?" Bonnie asked.

"What?" Jeremy asked; slightly distracted.

"When you cheated on me with Anna…and you left me there to cry. So I'm going to ask you again…" Bonnie trailed off when she stepped away from him. "Did it hurt as much as it hurt me?" Bonnie asked again.

Jeremy didn't answer, simply because he didn't know how.

"That's what I thought," Bonnie mumbled; making her way around him.

"Is this about Damon?" Jeremy asked slightly tense.

"Jeremy not now!" Bonnie yelled.

"I'm not going to stop. I deserve you," Jeremy said behind her.

"No. that's where you're wrong…you did deserve me…" Bonnie said walking away.

`!`

Bonnie threw herself onto Damon's bed, she had recently took a shower to wash up. She could smell herself, she smelt like honey suckle and honey-due melon. It was Damon's favorite shampoo that Bonnie owned. Her body smelt like strawberries, and yet another scent Damon loved to taste off of Bonnie's skin.

"I thought you were in here, I could smell you a mile away…" Damon trailed off to examine Bonnie.

Bonnie smiled curving her lips when Damon threw off his shirt, she was always so eager. She looked at the v shape of his hips, and then ran his hands down the tips of bed. Once Damon made her way towards the end of the bed, Bonnie somehow slid out of her pj bottoms. Damon wiggled his eyebrows quickly, and then jumped on her pinning her down into the bed below him.

"I thought you said you didn't want to have sex," Damon said kissing her neck.

"I don't," Bonnie said; now flipping him over making her way on top of him.

"That's not what you were thinking," Damon said pressing his fingers deeper into her thigh, causing tension.

Bonnie stopped kissing his neck, and then pulled her hands down to his sides. He smiled at her actions, and then nipped at her chin.

"I thought you said you weren't going to read my thoughts because it was an invasion of privacy?" Bonnie said folding her arms across her chest.

"I lied," Damon said kissing her lips softly.

"Then you're going to die only having sex with me once," Bonnie teased.

"Babe. I don't die. And we'll see about that," Damon said pushing her below him.

Damon kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue slowly. When the kiss got heated, she let out a low moan. He smiled at her, and then threw off her shirt whenever she put his hands around his neck; pulling him closer. Using all her force, she pulled away from him and found her shirt at the foot of the bed. She smiled, and then threw her shirt back on.

"Come on," Damon groaned.

"It'll be worth the wait," Bonnie told him.

Damon sighed and then rolled to the other side of the bed. Why was he standing for this?

"Please?" Bonnie asked rolling her tongue across his nipple.

"If you keep doing that the answer will be forever no," Damon told her.

"Let's just sleep," Bonnie told him making herself comfortable; holding onto him tightly.

"The things you do to me Bennett," Damon groaned.

"And the things you do to me," Bonnie said kissing his cheek.

`!`

Bonnie released herself from Damon's pull; the light shining in from the window had woke her up. She went over to close the window with the curtains. The light began to fade under the rose color of the fabric, making it look as if it was being burnt by the sharpness of the light. Bonnie hugged her sides, as if a chill had hit her flesh. She ran her fingers through her hair, and then exhaled slowly when she turned to look at a sleepy Damon. Was everything he did beautiful? This had to be a dream, these beautiful four months that they have been together, had to be a dream. This was all a reminder of how much she was unworthy of anyone. Still partly human, and still partly witch…why would a vampire like Damon want her? Was this all just some practical joke? Was he just trying to prove to her that none of this was real, and that none of this even meant anything…

"Stop thinking like that," she heard over at the bed.

"You're invading privacy," Bonnie whispered.

"How can I not when you're thinking crazy?" Damon asked; wiping his eyes.

"Can you blame me? I mean you're…beautiful and I'm…"

"Stunning," Damon said; cutting her off.

Bonnie hid her cheeks as she began to blush, than sat up as Damon made his way over towards her. He cupped her body in his hands, and then spun her around as if she weighed nothing. Bonnie laughed as he threw her into the bed playfully, collapsing onto her body. As he began to plant soft delicate kisses on her forehead, and then onto her shoulder, she sighed. His lips were oddly warm, but it felt nice in contrast with his skin. He ran his lips across her stomach, and then onto her breasts. She forgot that she was completely naked, but Damon was always good at reminding her. She shivered when he kissed her lips, leaving indentions on her lower lip. Damon smiled in-between kisses, and then watched as Bonnie ran her fingers down his chest. Damon rose up to whisper something in her ear, and when she jolted in shock at the coolness of his breath he smiled to himself.

"If anyone doesn't deserve someone it's me, Bonnie I can already tell that I have a lot of mistakes that I'm going to full fill. Yet you have a whole lot of sympathy cards to sign for me, I know I don't say this enough…" Damon trailed off to run his fingers down her collar bone. He sighed when she looked at him for an answer.

"What?" Bonnie asked; slightly impatient.

"Bonnie…" Damon broke off when he heard knocking at the door.

"Damon! Bonnie! Get your asses out of bed, we got work to do." Katherine's voice called out almost half eagerly.

"Always picks the perfect time doesn't she?" Bonnie asked putting her shorts on.

`!`

"Jeremy come here I want to talk to you for a second," Damon said motioning him over towards him.

Jeremy hesitated before moving, than gulped when he realized that they were alone.

"Can we go somewhere ya know where there are witnesses around?" Jeremy asked running his hands through his hair quickly.

"I won't kill you…yet," Damon said leaning on the door frame.

"Look if this is about what happened earlier with Bonnie..."

"How about last night over at my balcony?" Damon asked; folding his arms across his chest.

"I knew you were listening in on us? Haven't you heard something called privacy?" Jeremy asked.

"When it comes to Bonnie there is none," Damon gritted through his teeth. "Stay the hell away from Bonnie!" Damon snapped.

"Or?" Jeremy asked; folding his arms across his chest.

"Or you die," Damon said easing his way over towards him.

"Please you wouldn't kill me. You know that if you do Bonnie would never forgive you, because she still cares about me. Bonnie would hate you," Jeremy said backing away from him.

"Maybe," Damon said.

"Maybe that's why you want me away from Bonnie. Because you know that me and Bonnie share something special, so I'm just going to wait here until you screw up. Then she'll come crawling back to me, it's bound to happen sooner or later. So why don't you just hand her over now, we both know you don't like her anyway…" Jeremy trailed off to glare at Damon; who was livid.

"Before I rip your throat out and shove it up your ass, I suggest you shut your mouth kid!" Damon barked.

"Keep giving me empty threats Damon," Jeremy hummed.

Damon looked at Jeremy, who was playing with his fingernails, since when had Jeremy been such a smart ass?

"Wait you're not Jeremy," Damon said lowly to himself.

"That's right hi Damon Salvatore," he heard the shift in Jeremy's voice.

"Klaus," Damon whispered.

`!`